Silver is the night with her eyes of starlight and half moon smile. Silver is the outline of the clouds under a dark sky. Silver is the time when I feel the world is asleep and I can drift away on the wings of my mind. Silver is the pen in my hand after the sun is long away, as words fly from the world behind my eyes. Silver is the song playing through the earbuds as everyone else sleeps. Silver is the nights where the imagination is alive and dreams run rampant. The nights where I gaze out of my window and imagine a world that’s unlikely anyone else will ever fully know. Silver is the night when I trek across the midnight dunes to the city of dreams, when I raise a sword in challenge against a nameless evil, when I let my soul drive my mind and out of the chaos comes stories that to me are all that the universe will ever be. Silver is the feeling of sitting on my bed as moonlight creates a window to dreams on my floor, and my computer screen creates a window to my world on my face. Silver is the tap tap tap of my fingers as the world I have created for myself rises around me. Silver is the eyes of a god just barely glimpsed before he jumps to another world, the claws of a familiar swooping through the air clutching a staff in their jaw, the cat mask seen between the trees of the deep woods that sparks fear in the bravest and most foolish of souls. Silver is the color of magic that comes with the dusk and the world that surrounds me before I close my eyes and drift into the cool embrace of sleep.