The night

A certain night,
From long lost times,
Visits me,
On every other night,
And spreads a silver glow,
Borrowed by my eyes,
From it's brilliant halo.

The sun comes up,
Everyday,
Wrapped in gold and ruby rays,
But strangely, again,
The darkness rises,
From somewhere unknown.
Blackens this poor old soul.

So I wait and wait,
Day after day,
For the hours to pass,
And the sun to rest,
The night time brings,
Such liquid dreams,
Oh I wish, they'd last.
© 2009 Rituparna Das