I love to keep a vigil as the night descends.
To witness the daylight reach its end.
The sky fades from light to dark,
As the end of the day begins and places its mark.
All is quiet as the air blows freely and lightly
When the moon nad stars beam brightly,
It whispers to me saying that the day is coming to a close.
Looking out into the night,
The brightness of day is tucked away out of sight.
Hearing no sound other than those faint noises in the distance.
Vents as far as the eye can see.
To hear no one else but me
Sends me great feeling that goes on beyond any description.
I am so rejoiced that the night has started to begin,
To feel the rippling sensational tingle of the crisp night air on my skin.
This wonderous night clears my mind to determine tomorrow's goal.
It is good for the mind while having the beauty of night rest in my soul.
I have plenty of time to think because time ceases to move forward.
This night feels so great and unreal, that it has me completely captured.
How sad I will be when night turns in,
So that once again day can begin.
Now I wait eagerly for the day to turn in
So that the night can once again begin.
Jasmina Singh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-at-day-s-end/
