Quietly into the night

Quietly into the night

we go

the moon a pillow

and clouds eyebrows to the stars

the night, the night, my boy!

We should welcome it

embrace it

do not rage against the dying of the light

embrace it as the birth of her Nightship

to go gentle into that long night

for time has lost its grip

remember

wondrous things happen at night

too shy to happen during the day

only then can rain really be rain

only then can it matter and be complete

at night one doesn't feel so lonely

feel free to roam the wind

the dark plains of dotlighted streets

the confusion finally died down

a faint tremor in the ground

the last metro to a steaming mug of tea

do not rage against the dying of the light

embrace it as the birth of all things gay

to go gentle into that good night

for light has lost its sway

the music bounces on the rooftops

and the blades of grass crack

concrete and tar open

a whole vegetation pops up at night

only to disappear come dawn

the cracks too minuscule to be discerned

the night relegated to nooks and crannies

just for a time

do not rage against the dying of the light

embrace it as the birth of a paradox

to go gentle into that soft night

for space has been placed in a box

the abyss calls out the abyss

blinded by the night's absence of shadows

no more shadows

no more shadows

the daylight too sharp not to outline our differences

'tis revealing too much

at least at night we have the comfort of being

with the same differences, the same sins, the same silhouettes

the same tessitura and the same thirst for quietude

do not rage against the dying of the light

embrace it as the birth of a fair song

to go gentle into that endless night

back to where we belong.