binabassfaisal
The night is long
It is still very young
Its longevity doesn’t provide me with satisfaction
For though young, it has got a destination
The breezes of nights are my hope
The moonlight and the star-shine are my dreams.
They are my only dreams which come true
Others pray for a bright day
I pray the nights never pass as my days are,
never bright like my nights are.
I’ve got no love to smile in my eyes like the moon does,
at night.
I’ve got no love to console me when I’m perturbed,
like the breezes and the singing trees do,
at night
No matter how woefully I shed tear on the cozy shoulders,
of night;
though it’s unable to wipe my tears away as it consoles me,
it never let the cat out of the bag.
Nights are my friends for they keep my secrets.