The Night
by denny bastian circa 1970’s

Beneath the sparkling stars
and the midnight moon
I am free, the darkness hides
my inner thoughts, unruined

I am truly alone
free to listen to what I feel
free to be the man
that I think I could be
free to be the child
only darkness shall see

my conscience is eased
my soul wings like a bird
to friend with the dark
I speak and am heard
for the dark asks not why
or tramps upon my feet
nor dictates what I must do
neither lies, nor robs, nor cheats

the night accepts my faults
I’ll end just the same
should I ruin of myself
then only I am to blame
so, we all have our nights
dark places to hide
to whisper our secrets to
a good friend we confide.