in love with night

I lay awake,

on my bed….

its half past twelve,

i turn around I delve….

 

its late …..

I turn irate…

why cant I sleep?

for I am a person who droop,

every second past ten…..

 

I raise from my bed,

I tread down the stairs,

its dark ;

but I see that old forgotten mark…..

on my window pane,

 

I sit there in dark….

caressing that old mark…

staring into the wide dark…

pushing open the window  ….

 

as the cool breeze sweeps my hair,

and tickles my long lost happiness,

I smile after a long while,

as the memories resonate back to me…..

 

beauty of the night,

the spirit of dark greeted me,

she was in her splendor,

her lovely head erect ,

with the strange sense of power…

 

I am in love with darkness…

In love  with her aura…

her distinct aurora….

I sit there gaping at her silence,

in love with the depth of darkness…..

and the intertwined secrets she keeps…

 

she smiles….I look blank…

for I never felt so shrank,,,,

completely drawn I sit…

bewitched in her I look….

 

how lovely she looks ,

as she moves in moonlit lane,

the stars smile at me,

for they recognize me….

a girl who once,

always stared at them…

and wished to converse with them…

but now never glances at their side…

 

I love it more,

coz my lovely dark spirit,

may have walked into dark…

because never did light show us the truth….

it has always showed us disguises,

 

In the mild breeze

I sit

staring into expanse of darkness

basking in its weirdness,,,,,,

 

I am crazy you might think,

for you would love it more,

if you ever had time,

to enjoy the beauty of night….