Witching hour

The time before nightfall, 

My faint noise says, 

"What happened when you stay up late?"

I said,

I noticed the silence when no one is talking,

Those electronic humming,

Creaks of the house,

Single car driving down the road

Sound of tires hitting the ground,

Water droplets coming from the tap,

Sound of a wall clock,

Trees when the air hits them with the breeze. 

This moment's telling me something,

It gives me emotions to stay alive,

Stay up a little more and spend some more time, 

Even if my eyes sours,

Night forces me to be with them,

Little tickling sound of chimes,

When my poetries,

Waiting for the rhythmic rhymes.

Twelve o'clock,

Solitude was manifestly in love with this spiritual,

For now the ray of the searchlight streamed out,

Trying to pierce the murkiness of the night,

I decided,

Instead, choose to spread my cosmic hands, 

And hug the whole universe and napoo sadness.