In the darkness of the night

I gaze across the balcony 
With none to keep company 
The art of the twilight 
The painting that was drawn right
In the darkness of the night 

When I look upon the abondoned streets 
Waiting for the chatter of feet
Hour by hour, the ticking goes on
Waiting for the bright light that was gone
In the darkness of the night 

Only a caravan to pass by
With the tapping horses to the bars untie 
The wind whirling around the corner 
And the dim light which would come out sooner 
In the darkness of the night 

I shall wait for the day to arrive 
For which I shall thrive 
In the darkness of the night

Copyright © Hafala Hajara | Year Posted 2018