The sleepless nights
that relax the mind.
The darkened sights
that one can find.
Those things that in dark
look better than light.
Though day makes stark,
flourishing at night.
What dreams would be
if given the chance,
could never compare
to a dark nights glance.
Though dark may confine,
it may also release.
It's fear can claw,
but it's heart is peace.
The dark can hide
the things you wish not to see.
And release from the mind,
what you wish could be.
In the darkest of nights,
the mind comes alive.
It creates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem