The Haven of Night

 

A familiar blanket of darkness, 

One littered with precious twinkles
And the one persistent swell of the moon. 
Amidst this cover of Night 
The occasional flare of a light sparks up, 
Close to the the gritty earth
In contrast to the 
Lazily blinking stars up above. 
Captivating the quieting critters 
And prying humans,
These tiny beads of floating light
Demand attention, 
Crave it, 
And are the cause of an 
Infant’s first giggle 
And an oldster's drying tears, 
Both in reverence to the beauty Night offers. 

Unlike many creatures,
These fireflies lighten up in the darkness, 
Finding comfort and safety
In its soft caress, 
Gaining confidence and trust
In its warm embrace. 
Each Day rips the distinguished pride 
Of the firefly out of its grasp, 
Degrading it as another measly insect,
But every Night swoops in as a 
Savior, 
A gratifying release,
Free from the flaws the sun judgingly highlights, 
Offering a haven 
In which this fly thrives in, 
Can finally breathe in, 
With complete freedom and dignity.