Night

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is the God — Fyodor Dostoevsky

Late night ride
Acts like a guide
to everything that’s died
It brings out a new side.
Helping me cross the bridge with a stride.

It’s the air
with moon’s fiery glare
caressing face with gushing zephyr,
that knocks sense in every affair.

Maybe its familiarity of darkness
that brings a wave of awareness,
reminding me of the things I can harness.

Pitch black sky
Giving wings to every cry.
Sneaking in sins to fortify.

Bright stars
Shining despite all the scars.
Prompting me of everything that was ours!

~ti_ka?