The crows caw trying to awken darkness
The lake stands still afraid to break the moon's reflection
The owls search prey and bats screech
The artificial lights smuggle glory
The press prints unending story
The depressed are crying
The rest are dreaming
The world is loudly quiet
The dip of tap is limpid
The terror of the ghosts is placid
The burdened eyes hate dismal slumber
The stars dance to a windy number
The hollowness of space....a tireless charmer
The cumbered earth and her lonely harbour
The poet who knows not to write
The collocation of words...her only might
Is it the black...or absence of colour?
Or a blindsight that hardens at rear
She may not see but provides a sight
Yes there does exist...shadow of night!!
