Night Is Somehow Different

Night Is Somehow Different

Night has something

Something so dark and mysterious

Something so silent and impulsive

It's somehow different.

The night is somewhat different

From the soft, white and fresh morning

From the sunny and busy day

As well as the charming afternoon 

From the tired and shady evening.

At night, the people who stay awake

Seem to be moody and aspirant

Beaver and stronger.

From time to time, I want to pass the whole night sitting in my garden, starring at the twinkling stars.

I wonder how beautiful and bright they are

I can hear my breathe and everything seems so unreal

Full of limitless silence everywhere

Some unknown desires, some old painful memories

So unfamiliar

I become hypnotized by the starry sky.

An unknown feeling hugs me tight,

I shut my eyes and take a deep breathe

And feel like everything is alright.

The End