The world’s insatiable lust for blood wine ever and again compels the poet, the artist, the creator to a life of monastic solitude. Thus, the fair song of the eremite is only heard by One.

Is it any wonder?

Nestled safely in a quiet place where no one knows and no one can see, serenity. Eyes closed and heart open to the softness of your love, serenity. You come to me when I come to you, serenity. Gently cradle my weary soul and carry me to a far away land, serenity. There in your arms will I find rest and peace, serenity.

How do you capture destiny with words? How would you rewrite it if you could, if it were even possible? Would it be a sonnet, a single sentence, a short story or a sacred scroll? When we see destiny unfolding before our eyes, we are powerless to change it because that’s just the way things are meant to be.

Or is it?

Are men born with a predetermined path they must walk, a song they must sing, a life they must lead, a death they must embrace? Is there an immutable rhythm of the heart that leads a person to his destiny, some incurable madness in the soul that chisels away at reason until there is nothing left but a blind following, an unquestioning obedience?

If I could rewrite my destiny, I am not quite sure how the story would end, but if I could rewrite yours, you would live a long, prosperous life, filled with love, happiness and many grandchildren.

I always could see better for you than for myself.

I suppose that is my destiny.

Can’t write, my eyes closed with tears…

The sadness of a past forgotten, remember and embraced like an old friend.

Imagine a dark room lit with a single candle, a glass of wine in one hand and snow falling outside…

[Music: Kevin MacLeod]

The name of this site is Author by Night and partially signifies that I maintain a day job and write in the evenings, but there is more to it than that.

The night is when we come face to face with the failures and successes of the day. All alone, we face the failed dreams of our lives or the hopes for tomorrows. The night is a time for retrospect and renewed determination.

I create most of my posts at night and some have noticed a certain melancholy to my mood. Welcome to my world. I, by nature, am not a Rod McKuen type individual. I am actually a rather fun loving guy with a great sense of humor. Maybe it is for that reason I find the night so…healthy. It allows me to maintain a clear perspective on life.

Maybe that is why I write at night, because I see clearer than during the day when I am forced to play society’s game just to get by.

Alone at night, the games are over and reality begins. Don’t you have something you need to write?