Bliss Of Nocturne Poem by Wangchat konyak

Tonight, the sky is clear and wide,
I behold the stars light' gently glide;
It twinkles unlike any other night,
Quietly, I stand beneath the moon's soft light.
The gust is tender, the hour is calm,
And I am alone in this tranquil balm.
The leaves rustle in rhythm with the wind.
I hear clutters of unknown creatures cling —
Perhaps, it's a family's bed time song.
The night and its view took me hold
Then, something within began to healed,
I felt the softness blooms within my heart.