The Magic of the Night

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Hardened hearts are permeated by the magic of the night. Visual cues and songs remind us of the joys of being young. Those younger days filled with dreams that stairs led to golden palaces in the sky. Palaces built upon pillars of anticipation and stones made of hope.

Longing to be understood, we no longer understand as we become our parents. Disillusion and regret topples the pillars and stones of our golden palaces in the sky. From the toppled sands of our time, our own children rebuild the palaces of years past. The pillars and stones become their own dreams and anticipation. We build moats and barricades hoping the new palaces are protected from the fallacies we made.

All palaces crumble as mortar, pillars, and brick always turn to sand. The beauty of sand is that what once was dissolved can always be returned with the heat of passion. How we are reminded of this as song permeates our thoughts reminding us of the magic of the night.

 

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