The Night

Every time the night comes, Cutting me from beauty of the colourful world Making my eyes flatter within empty space Polished with darkest feelings That prevents me from seeing beyond the river, Where lies flora and fauna Pigmenting the view like in the old choral days Making the soul remain peaceful Blood to flow freely and happily to the heart, To deal with fear of unknown Travelling with darkness of the night Instigating the need to go up to the sky, Ask the sun not to go away Stay with me round and round the circle Till I get to understand the night better.