O Night

At midnight,

As the dust settles,

in the city that houses,

the people who keep moving..

I see the moon shining,

past the clouds that decided,

Not to rain today.

And the wind,

As it passed through the silence,

Kept whispering promise in my ears

that were quiter still, yet hopeful.

I could hear the birds argue in their sleep

And the leaves hold hands together

and the stars as they talked albeit in code.

The lamp in the neighbouring shed,

maintained its steady expression

a tustle between its yellow light

and the night’s black,

left me transfixed in the moment.. thinking.

O Night, thee calm is a welcome gift

after the day’s turbulence,

both within and without.

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.