Poems

Cage The Night

Tonight the night is beautiful.
I can see it from my apartment very clear and I can admire it peacefully.
The clouds are really dark, almost blending with the color of the sky, while the sky is deciding what shade of dark blue to be. The street lights are white and very strong making the streets visible for anyone who's roaming them this late. I can almost see the stars if I look closely, but their light is weak as if they're not really there and that saddens me. Nevertheless, the lovely moon shines for the entire sky. The giant white sphere that captivates my eyes and illuminates the world is always here. And I always feel drawn to it.
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else is thinking these things. Or am I the only one? Anyway, it's hard for me to believe that other people have similar thoughts or feelings as I do in these moments. And that is because I want to feel special. Plus, the night makes me feel special like no other colors of skies make me. I feel sorry for those who don't like the night, however, it makes me happy at the same time, because I feel like someone might steal it from me if they start to see its true beauty.
In the end, I don't think I'll ever grow tired of admiring the dark skies and the moon every night that I feel far away from it. But, as I said, the night won't take the stars and the moon and disappear one day, before I do, so maybe if I cage the night, I'll be able to hold it forever so no one will ever steal it. Maybe if I find a way to keep it close forever...