NIGHT


CLOSING THE CURTAINS

One last glace, the day fleeting

Hiding in shadow waiting for the dark.

Hoping for one more moment of glory in the sun

Bird hurry to their canapé hide away for the night.

There is a hush that seems to calm the waiting evening,

Welcoming the mystery of the night ahead.

Standing there reflecting on the day spent

In anticipation of a new day ahead.

Time gone, lost forever floating above us like clouds that will soon disappear.

Each day I find myself here, like the striking of a clock,

I am here.

I take the cord in my hand, it is time.

The last act is finished for this day.

I close the curtains and venture into the time that is now

Night.

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