Image source: My private collection. Near lake Tudu, Lääne-Virumaa, Estonia.
Under the cover of darkness
We are all equal
As the night descends
We become shadows
Shadows of yesterday
Like the morning
The night is always wiser
There’s a sense of yearning for freedom in the night
Without the fullness of it
We wouldn’t stand a chance as humans
The night enriches us
It deserts us to our being
Because without the art of seeing
The craft of feeling becomes even more righteous
It just might show us
Our place in the stars
Be it small or large
Ian Altosaar
