Night

Twilight

Becomes night

To pierce the darkness,

Stars are not might

But contributing their best!

Past wounds are

Becoming plight

Dreams are burning

Bright

In the woods of the night!

I am not able to seize

This moment!

As dreams slip from present

Whispers of the wood

Creating hymn!

A distant lamp is an aid

In the forest

Only Hope

Assures the rest

Who is interested in the dawn?

When I am trying to make

The most of this moment!

As Night unveiling

Its secret nest.