Hail To The Night Poem by Christine K. Trease

Wake and sleep collide like tides
crashing to the shore.
We must understand the night
and wonder nevermore.

It calls to us, some fear it not,
some fear it fervently.
For human nature cautions us,
elude what can't be seen.

To some the night consoles the mind,
its peaceful air so still,
gives time for pause, serenity
and rejuvenates the will.

Those mournful souls who fear the night
with consuming trepidation,
are plagued with stressed emotions
and bequeathed with fierce frustration.

Hail to the night, I say,
and its fluid journey ride.
I long to meet the peaceful night
and the solace it provides.