She lay quietly on the warm sand watching winking stars in the black velvet sky. Now and then a wispy, feathery cloud drifts past the shimmering moon and she catches a glimpse of things long past, or is it things yet to come? 

As warm salty mist caresses her skin, a gentle breeze ruffles her hair as its spread around her. Again, the wispy cloud drifts slowly past the full moon and she catches a glimpse of yesterday, or is it tomorrow?

Of only one thing is she certain. The night is her friend. Her Best Friend. 

It is the time fairies dance across the sand, Unicorns romp in the surf then when they are tired, come lay beside her and nuzzle her cheek. 

The night, Her Best Friend. 

When Pegasus spreads his mighty wings and soars across the Heaven's, coming to carry her to a brighter tomorrow. 

The night, Her Best Friend, 

When the Mighty Phoenix is  preparing for his blazing flight across the daylight skies and the glistening stars are winking on someone else's corner or the world.  Slowly . languidly she reach's out her hand, gently strokes the silky mane of a majestic Unicorn as he sleeps peacefully beside her,  She closes her eyes, lets the warm mist surround her and knows she is safe, at peace, with her soul, happy

with her Best Friend, The Night 

Fairies dance across the sand, gentle waves lap against the shore, she hears other sounds, made by God's creatures, but she is safe, unafraid, with

Her Best Friend, The Night.

Prose copyright Aradia 2002
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Painting by 
Michael Cox

Thank you Michael for allowing me the privilege of trying to put prose to your beautiful art work.