A Nyctophiles Diary

An ode to the night

Photo by Vincent Chin on Unsplash

A tranquil silence

Thoughts running wild

It’s the magic of the night

Only the madmen would deny

For where would we be

If not for life forgone

Spreading its remnants alone

As shooting stars usher hope

How has it come to this

Might never be known

The only one that listens

Is the nights silent cold

Until there’s a dawn

That offers the same calm

Looking forward to the night

Will always be on my mind

As the night slowly withers

Carrying the thoughts away

I’ll have to wait another day

To be wrapped in nights’ embrace