Shakespearian1

The night
Basks over my skin,
Bright and pulsing, 
The nectar to my soul. 
Even if it's dark, 
It's a little bit light, 
For its glow is so strong. 

To its heights I long
For its protection. 
O' great orb of white, 
Protect me from the fears
Of the great dark.
I can only take so much, 
So fill my soul
With light. 

Black and white
Gray and brown
You fill the night
With color, 
So you fill me.