the kintsugi night

Have you seen how nights are? Sometimes glowy but sometimes dull and dark Doesn’t always show us the stars Because she preferred self sabotage Scars of being replaced by the morning Scars of not shining as bright as she could Scars of not being appreciated for trying Scars that couldn’t be comforted by the moon For he had his own phase And I, dreamt of a place Where mornings didn’t exist But here trees couldn’t spread their radiance Butterflies didn’t show their grace And colours couldn’t reflect light How sad would be the man Who hoped for the sun to rise Night learnt how she isn’t meant to be perfect For the man now wanted twilight’s disguise Have you seen how nights are? Doesn’t always show us the stars For she was healing her scars And this time it looked like a kintsugi art