night

The night-

Young, restless and trembling like a bride

Waited for darkness to envelop her in its arms

She paused, bedecked, flaunting all her charms

 

Paler, and paler, with impatience she grew

Spotlights of torches glowed on her cheeks

The lights that embraced her were still far and few

They sought her, as plants, sunlight, seek.

 

Her flush of anger noticeable to all

Was reflected anew by the colours of the sky

The sun – a frightened and now subdued ball

Sank out of sight with a deflated sigh.

 

Victorious, delighted and quiet, as she’d won

She languorously gave in to the caresses of the dark

Around her neck, myriad lights twinkled

Reflected, afresh, by the pool in the park.

 

The stars winked at her – defy us if you can

Companions of yours, we’ve been and will be

The night kept quiet – they were way too far

To snatch the dark from her – they had no proper key

 

Suddenly, darkness was chased away from night

The intruder – a luminous  glow spread around

She smiled – she shed some more light:

She – the moon – over night had been crowned.

 

Night held her peace – she knew that the moon

Would reign fifteen days, and then hide her rays

The other 15 days she’d consider a boon

For darkness would draw the veil over her face

 

So patiently, calmly, she went on her way

She knew she and darkness would always stay together

Nothing could keep them forever apart

No being had the might to split them asunder.