The good night

July 21, 2015 § 4 Comments

The nights are sweeter.
It is a time when,
my thoughts are clear.

The dark hour
is where I find
everything bright.

I go to far places.
Above mountains
and below seas.

Fly through the clouds
and stare at the sun.
I then turn to see, me
in my own skin.

I see through faces
Black and white.
And think of ways
To make things right.

In these waning hours,
While I count the stars,
Waiting for the rebirth,
Eons of thoughts pass.


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