night
Silent Fireflies
The stars' silent light
winking through the night
Fireflies moving stars
Soundless is their light
as are the best teachers
whose auras without words
grant gifts of insight
Night [Haqueian Verse]
Night [Haqueian Verse]
Frivolity in the Midst of Danger
Come on, take my hand.
There’s a stunning carnival
Right in front of us.
It lights up the night
Like a group of fireflies.
Don’t you see that we have
A chance to rule the night?
So what are you waiting for?
There’s lots to do.
So much to see.
Our hearts will guide us.
No point in holding back now.
We only live once.
We can’t waste this time away.
The night is so young,
But baby, so are we at heart.
The park is stunning.
It’s everything that
I dreamed of.
Why did I delay before?
Now that I’m grown up,
There’s no chains to hold me down.
Come on, take my hand.
The rest of our lives await!
Why are you so scared?
Is the rotating wheel barrel blocking our path?
Did the power outage cause your heart to beat so loud?
Intensive moments build up character and bravery.
Your fears are below you now.
The storm may have
Crashed the party,
But that’s not how I see it.
Being so close to danger
Puts what we’ve learned to the test.
So let’s stand our ground.
And not wait until tomorrow.
The park is stunning.
It’s everything that
I dreamed of.
Why did I delay before?
Now that I’m grown up,
There’s no chains to hold me down.
Come on, take my hand.
The rest of our lives await!
Night And Day And Night
Night And Day And Night
Only the dark sky
can show a sheen like velvet
during the nighttime
Insomnia, The Long Night
The long night, one of many.
A person glances at a clock radio.
They are neither asleep nor awake.
They lie there, uncomfortable, restless.
Their mind races away, teasing them with scenarios of ruin.
The seconds tick by, slowly.
The person longs for sleep,
Or for dawn, for a new day.
An hour later, they remain awake,
Unable to relax, but unable to think properly.
A Peaceful Night
The moon, near but distant, full and brooding.
The mysterious glow of light that rests upon the surface of a lake,
Casting shadows on the water.
Shapes.
Tones of colour.
The whisper of a breeze, the rustle of hedges.
The moon hides behind a cloud.
All is still.
The observer walks away.
The Deserted Pathway
The car starts to slow its pace,
Weaving down a trail with bumps in the ground,
A deserted path, hidden by trees, leading to nowhere.
The vehicle turns, twisting, scraping against hedges and bushes,
The car stops, the engine dies.
Outside, the sleet and rain splatter, the night wind wailing like a banshee.
Winter Night
Night falls,
The sky dark and silent,
The moon in the distant,
A crescent barely visible.
The temperature drops,
A freeze that hovers,
Tormenting, merciless cold.
Winter.