Night
Every night has many stories.
Dreams predicting our fate.
Dreams so sweet but full of worries.
Dreams of blissful love and hate.
Night is coming as a girlfriend,
Giving gifts of stars and moon.
Everyone's asleep at this end.
I'm awake, and maybe - you?
Night is wrapping us in dark silk,
Dips in silent solitude.
Night is when in vain I'm looking
For the meanings multitude.
Night is like a known planet,
All emerged in mystery.
Don't you ask, don't wait for answers,
Drink the night's entirety.
Copyright © Lana Cole | Year Posted 2018
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