The night is more alive
In its silence
far off music drifts through windows
and the subconscious wonders
through constructed reveries.
The place we see truth
Desires float in front of us as mirages
oceans of thought swell
beneath a Starry night
taking form when the sun rises
and the slumber recedes.
Sunlight lulls the thoughts into a
fittful feverish rest
but the night, oh,
the night, is more alive then the day.
By: Leilah Bhyat
© Leilah Bhyat 2020
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