Purple to deep purple to black, night completes its fall.
But with night comes the wonders not visible in the light.
The wisp of the crescent moon, the magnitude of stars,
The depth of forever and the knowing of unknowing.
In the solitude of darkness the heart takes flight,
Be it with the love of another or love of life.
To the heights of emotion, and the pinnacle of senses,
The entirety of being come only with the night.