DARKNESS IN TIME

Why are we so afraid of darkness?
Night is supposed to be a surrounding of peace,
the whole expansive, encapsulating calm ocean of silence;
It is the peace of the wanderer lying on the grass and looking at the sky,
at the vast world full of stars;
It is the peace of the prostrating man in the desert when all the world seems dead;
It is the stillest moment in the sea of life and
the thoughts seem to gather form and we dream and we dance,
and we make sense.
An open darkness such as this shouldn't scare us.
It is a mine of curiosity.
How I wish I could be that wanderer out in the open,
with nothing but grass beneath him,
and a worldful of stars above him.