I love this time, when in the midst of night
Tomorrow still hasn’t taken flight
Today hasn’t completely died away
Yet, aeons apart seem memories of yesterday
I love this time, when all is bathed in black
My little room dimly lit, the darkness glares back
Bright lights of the day have all but slowly drowned
The sky decorated with stars, with the moon crowned
I love this time, when all is quiet
A contrast to the long routine riot
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Encouraged by the wispy, cool breezes
I love this time, when every eye is rested
And, I’m awake, alone, alive – emancipated
Undisturbed I am, with no one to pry
Yet secure, that they will awaken with my cry
And I love this time, as I sit peacefully,
Gathering my thoughts in a heap
Dreams await me, beckoning me...
Yet, I refuse to give in to sleep