Nights are always special
Maybe because there is
no movement,
no animals,
no colours.
Or Maybe
it's because
Nature is paused
And the Sky takes over
to put up a show
Or maybe,
just maybe
It's my loneliness
which has found
solace and familiarity
Dedicated to all those sleepless nights when you can do anything but stare at the ceiling and wonder…
The freedom of loneliness unlocks imagination.