Pax Mesonoxia

Silence bids farewell in birdsong
And departs on the morning breeze
To return again before too long
When night brings daytime to its knees
In the comfort of its sable cloak
Descending in the droop of dusk
On all the postmeridian folk
Be they benign or be they brusque,
Yet surely seeking midnight relief
From the fulsome photonic wave crash
Slamming life's great diurnal reef
Of endless multisensory trash...
Ever de-emphasized in the dark
So that peace of mind may make its mark.