beautiful in the dark
Ever so slowly, the night came. Silence spread like wildfire. It seemed like everything was going to sleep. And so before everything did, I adjusted my eyes to see better at twilight. And started to etch images in my head.
The skyscrapers blocking the warmth earlier that day and cloaking everything in shadows, became part of the night sky. The windows that never gave way to the sun, now twinkles. As well as the traffic that never ended and never moved, danced like fireflies in a summer night. I etched and carved in my head. At the back of my head. And every night I still ask myself, “why is everything more beautiful in the dark?”
[beautiful in the dark]
Ever so slowly, the night came.
Silence spread like wildfire.
It seemed like everything was going to sleep.
And so before everything did,
I adjusted my eyes to see better at twilight.
And started to etch images in my head.
The skyscrapers blocking the warmth earlier that day
and cloaking everything in shadows,
became part of the night sky.
The windows that never gave way to the sun,
now twinkles. As well as the traffic
that never ended and never moved,
danced like fireflies in a summer night.
The construction cranes
that never ceased their turning like clockwork,
now stand tall as part of the skyline,
their shadows stretching out like giant fingers,
overseeing the city below.
I etched and carved in my head.
At the back of my head.
And every night I still ask myself,
“why is everything more beautiful in the dark?”










