Beyond midnight silently she comes
without waking you up closer to me
and in my ear how sweetly she hums
every words of a poem to-be.
In silvery nights when window moon
softly touches your sleeping face
she sets my mind to a melodious tune
I put those words in proper place.
Thus waiting for her beyond midnight
sometimes I wonder who is she?
Can you tell me Oh silvery night
is she my dear poetry?