Night, the time many sleep,
while some drown in lines, deep
The moon witness,
The nights sleepless
With the chaos of life.
And unending pile of thoughts,
Swinging in the silence.
Silence of the night,
louder than that of a mind,
The moonlight; a warm hug,
The stars; little hope,
With a book and a coffee mug,
Some write down their life poem.
D_R