Today I thought of writing a poem. First thing that came to mind was the dark and peaceful night, full of stars. And so I write, just for the pleasure of writing, of night and day and of the mornings.
THE END OF NIGHT
Here it comes, o dead of night,
Shrouds of darkness covering the light,
Twirling… circling… enveloping,
Bursting clusters of new born stars,
Shining… glittering… brilliants,
Peace again in the dead of night,
Peace again through the morning light.