Syed Hassan Aamir

INK-STAINED SKIES

Once sun sets, the sky turns to ink

An uncluttered surface for stars and envisions to blink

The enigmatic grandeur of nightfall is surfaced

A place of darkness and mystery embraced

 

The moon soars ample granting a soothing glow

Night creatures stir, revealing their shadow

The stars intended to be beacons in this enchanted universe

Our inner beings seek an oasis to live amid the dimmers