White Night

People say that night is black
And though they're probably right,
Sense of color is what they lack
Because I think night is rather white.

Oh, yes they may say I'm crazy,
But I will say I find,
The moon is a white daisy
And more that's in my mind

The stillness of the breezes,
The blackness of the trees
And the whole world just freezes
Or so it seems to me

The white is in the crickets
Singing all their songs
The white is in the violets
Sleeping all night long

Yes they may be opposites,
Polar ones in fact.
But I don't have regrets
Night is white, not black