Before dawn lifts its veil,
I remain caught in the dimming glow of neon dreams,
laughter echoing, cradled by the night’s embrace.
Shadows sketch longing on my walls—
quick smiles fleeting like comet trails in the dark.

I’ve mastered the art of letting go,
not from fading desire but from its overwhelming blaze,
a star imploding in a silent sky.
Night sets the scene—a living tableau of festivity,
glasses chiming like distant bells, eyes weaving fragile promises.

As the dark recedes, I stand watch,
under the quiet scrutiny of street lamps and distant constellations—
a muted battleground between transient yearnings
and the enduring ground beneath my feet.

Time, relentless, sculpts valleys where laughter once reigned,
and ghosts waltz in the margins of my joy.
To the encroaching light, I confess: night’s allure is a vanishing spell,
embracing the fleeting beauty of what cannot stay.

This solitude, chosen away from day’s sharp gaze,
fortifies me, a stronghold against relentless waves.
Yet, in stillness, faith murmurs—a melody rising above the chaos,
urging reliance on something more profound than night’s embrace.

As daybreak’s arms encircle me, faith glows,
a beacon in the new light, grounding me wholly,
beyond the night’s sweet, turbulent hold.
No longer solitary, now steered by the steady light of faith,
I navigate through ephemeral desires,
anchored by a conviction stronger than night’s whimsical pull.

Above, God watches—ever vigilant,
offering strength, a sanctuary from my lesser urges.
Yet in the shadows, the Devil waits, eager for a stumble,
his whispers threading through the dark,
a sinister counterpoint to the celestial choir.

I choose this—
to keep the night at a gentle remove, embracing dawn’s whisper,
where faith speaks in clear tones,
guiding my steps, a chosen bond to deeper truths,
the persistent heartbeat under night’s ephemeral pulse,
between divine watchfulness and the temptation that lurks in shadow.

Or do I.