Something I wrote last night.
Sweetness is Night Silence
In the sweetness of the night silence,
One feels a swelling calm in the roar of darkness,
After the shushes and lullabies of mothers soften,
And drunkards disperse bars after spewing their sorrows to other drunkards,
You’re left with brushes of fresh breezes as a soulmate to your solitude.
You care not for any toxin in a glass,
Nor take responsibility for the day’s stupidities,
As those thoughts raid minds like a drunk mocks a sensitive sober gentleman.
Tonight the cool air and galaxies of stars I am,
Hovering in the sky waiting to glide down to slumber,
Observing with a tranquil smile as the city’s creatures rest in sweetness of the night of silence,
A guardian; I am a watchman of the world, a weapon of peace.