Night
written by: Pandora’s Pen
Glistening stars,
In the night’s dark sky,
Seems comforting,
Perhaps not all stories of the dark are for scare,
Some to create,
Others to mare,
But this truth is yet unheard.
Cricket chirps,
Singing along to lullabies of old,
The songs sang in folklores our fore-fathers told,
Hoots from the night owl,
Serving as the eyes of those unseen,
We are never truly alone.
As the men at war wept
For their lost brothers,
The nightingale sang his song,
To quicken their countenance
Or perhaps their spirits to cheer.
This night is black,
This night is beautiful.
Let the stars,
Lead the lost ones home.
May the dark clouds serve as a protective covering to all men homeless,
And the moon,
Be a guide to those astray,
I pray.
I really find writing fascinating, as I am not one that speaks a lot, most of the time I just pick up a pen and let what it wants to happen to be. Personally I feel like there is a whole lot to be learnt from the things we see, I just want to be able to share my thoughts and what I have learnt, I want to be able to share someone's pain and joy with them and that is exactly what being a poet has done for me, play with my pen and create life, fill voids for people and that's it.
