Nights colours

They say that nights black but I disagree, the night isn’t black, when I look out of my window the night looks orange. Like the sky as absorbed some of the sunlight and is letting us have in back through the darkest part the human ritual. Really it’s just due to the mass amount of orange streetlights that cast the clouds orange. Elsewhere though human passion burns red during the night, hands run across bodies and spark fires so old they’re new. In those tucked away places the night flashes all colors as hands hit the air and euphoria starts to develop and the music hits your ears and makes the soul dance. But then for some the night is cold and blue, sheets occupied but eyes still open as wells overflow and let out the minds anguish. You look up as bird’s circle and open your eyes not to find the sun is back but the night is gone, never mourned or missed. We start to see more color but what we feel isn’t less intense and we don’t feel any less emotion, the night leaves space for things to shine through the absence of light. For the earth keeps turning and soon light will abandon us again.