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.