The night confesses

I like the calm of night,

When raging silence flutters,

Bestowing me those hours of insight

I like the calm of night,

When every tick of the clock

Awakens within a melancholic delight

For at night I tread on lands of my reverie,

I escape the harrowing paths of reality,

And what is reality but a figment of one’s mind?

It is within what you so eagerly long to find

I like the calm of night,

When pain manifests itself

Like a balm on my wounds;

Caressing, healing, pain heals

The broken symphonies of past ruins

Published in Daily Times, July 26^th 2018.