Monday, June 20, 2011

There’s something about the night….



Goodbye said the day as she walked away…

My gaze moved away towards the dusky sky;
Draped in a blanket; lit with stars and the playful moonlight,
“Would you not look at me?” sang the night.

I couldn’t say no and kept staring into his eye…
Ah never did I see such passion and enigma!
It was a calling or perhaps a dream;
The mind swayed by the musical breeze…

My room looked cozy in the hazy light,
A strange kind of calm filled the night air;
Resting beside the window, I sipped some tea;
And let those mundane thoughts slip by…
I set them loose on those shadowy streets,
Maybe they’ll vanish forever someday…
In that hope, I closed my eyes…

Sinatra sounded just fine on the radio,
Reminding me that I was not alone…
The night knew many who trusted his company;
Good-listener that he was,
He embraced their stories, secrets locked in safe chambers;
They didn’t lie to him, nor did they fear his might.
For once, they were honest and felt lighter inside…



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