Different at Night

Things sound different at midnight, 

the dark is so much lighter, 

 the noises so much louder. 

Every creak causes a jump. 

Every movement causes a flinch. 

Opening and closing doors is like dropping a heavy book in a library. 

Things feel so much different at one in the morning, 

sitting alone in the dark, 

a slight detachment from daytime life. 

The moon is in the dark sky, 

the stars sparkling, 

no longer hidden by the sun’s brightness. 

Things work differently at two o’clock a.m. 

A feeling of tiredness is behind the eyes. 

The body’s bones ache, energy depleted. 

The mind is foggy, thoughts running wild, 

making perfect sense and none at all, 

a dreamlike state, tiredness confirms isn’t real. 

Things are different at three at night.  

Whispers shout, 

lights burn bright as the sun, 

pitch black is colorful.

The air holds a mystical quality,

but if you take a second, 

to stop, and look, and listen, 

everything is exactly the same.