The cool gentle breeze
of a star lit sky
The glimmering nocturnal
rays of hope from
your face shine downward
Oh night whose
phantom shadows lurk
for no reason at all
except we want them
to be there and to comfort
and to steal away our loneliness
as if in their nothingness
the reality of our own solitude disappears
And so we surrender ourselves
Oh how I long for the night
where even our own hand
seems distant and unknown
The details of our own existence lost
Oh how I long for the night
when Life is born
from an I and a We that become
One in the night
by Anthony Borrow, S.J.