I am jealous of the night, so dark and deep,
It holds the secrets that the day can’t keep.
Beneath its cloak, the stars in silence gleam,
While I, a mortal, dare not chase that dream.
The moon, a silver vessel in the sky,
Guides lovers’ hearts as they together lie.
Yet I, beneath its gentle, soothing light,
Feel envy burn like embers in the night.
For in the day, the world is all ablaze,
Its colors bold, in myriad vibrant ways.
But night, with its mysterious allure,
Conceals the things that daylight can’t procure.
The whispers shared ‘neath shadows’ tender grace,
The stolen kisses in a darkened place,
I long to be a part of such delight,
Oh, how I envy the embrace of night.
It cradles secrets in its velvet chest,
Where dreams and fantasies are softly blessed.
While I, in daylight’s harsh and searching gaze,
Yearn for the solace of night’s gentle haze.
I am jealous of the night’s profound embrace,
Its mystic aura and its quiet grace.
Yet in my heart, I know the day has worth,
For in its light, we find our place of birth.
So, let me not be bound by jealous might,
But cherish both the day and tranquil night.
For in their union, life’s true beauty lies,
A symphony of moments ‘neath the skies.