In the stillness of the night, we ponder what we need, not what we crave,

Watching as the waves of change slowly roll and the haze lifts away,

Though the hour grows late, the sun still shines bright at 8:51,

And in its gentle glow, we find comfort in the light that never wanes.

Darkness may loom, but fear finds no home within,

Unafraid of shadows, unflinching in the unseen,

For all that's veiled will soon come to light,

And all that's true will steadfastly remain in sight.