The Dark Night Rises

Dear Readers,

I am sure that all of us, at some point in our lives, have cried ourselves to sleep at night.
Irrespective of how strong or tough we believe ourselves to be, there have been nights when we've 
buried our heads in our pillows and cursed life.

so here's something for those times that tested us, for those nights that comforted us.




The dark night rises,
bringing with it the moon.
I wish it never ends, 
at least not too soon.

Looking out into the sky, 
what severe mood swings it has, I wonder.
Sometimes clear and bright, 
sometimes rain and thunder!

And the shining stars in the night sky,
they remind me of teardrops..I wonder why?

But neither the sky, nor the stars can take the place,
of the darkness that envelopes me, my only solace.
I beckon to the night, to wrap me in its arms,
pick me up, carry me away,
let me die in its charms,

As the clock ticks by,
I still gaze at the night sky.
I talk to the night, the darkness consoles me.
The moon comforts, 
but night controls me.

I feel a hand on my head, soothing, calming.
I pour out my secrets,
and they are alarming.
I cry my eyes out, my heart melts, then turns to stone..
The tears are wiped off, I know I'm not alone.

Night is my friend, she finds me at any cost.
I may be happy, I may be sad, or lost.
Whatever be the case, she'll always be there.
The world may not, but she will care.
With moist eyes, my troubles I will share.
And night can keep a secret, I'm sure,
while for the hard day ahead, I prepare.

Again I feel the calming hand on my head,
and it stays there, 
till the last of the tears is shed.
And I am safe, quietly asleep, 
till the sky again becomes red.