Night time

The night sky, a canvas of black

A stage for the moon, to take its track

A beacon of light, in the dark of night

A guide for the lost, to make things right

The moon, a companion in the sky

A witness to secrets, that time does not die

A symbol of love, and of mystery

A companion for those, with hearts full of glee

The twinkling stars, which doesn't actually twinkles,

Numbering them takes time

That would make our face have wrinkles.

Thinking about the nights those were fun

In the mean time, the thoughts arises which would make us run.

The night, a time for reflection

A time for the mind, to take its section

A time for the soul, to find its way

A time for the heart, to have its say.