Lonely at twilight, waiting for the night,
The breeze carrying away what’s left of the light.
As the clouds leave for another place,
Night and day, what a glorious chase.
The blue of the sky, now turning grey,
Taking with it another day.
The night is here and I feel so small
The moon looks into my soul, seeing it all.
It’s the same world, but the colors are gone
To return not, until dawn.
The wind brings whispers of times gone by,
From its everlasting odyssey, spins its lullaby.
The stars glisten in the dew drops as I drift off to dream,
The fireflies dance, in the moonlight beam.
Night is awake and she said to me,
That nothing is as dark as it seems to be.
Poem by Priya D’Silva
M.A. in Sociology
B.A. in Sociology
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