10 JUN 2018 AT 1:10

I laid on the roof, I looked at the sky.
And saw the clouds passing by.

Moon was peeping through the clouds.
For me it's beauty was stupefying.

Lights flickering beneath mystic skies
Through gaps in trees, they shine
Entered, my mind, I watch surprised
This spectral beauty in the wind.

In the midst of those witching hours;
In the spectacles of my mind,
I realised I am standing alone,
In the shadows of light, under the sky
Sky that is so tragically beautiful;
A graveyard of stars.

A thought popped up in my head
Is night dull or bright?

- TheCuriousPen