Night At Youth, Night At Old Age Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad Yousef

In the velvet embrace of dusk,
where shadows play hide and seek,
the night unfurls its cloak,
revealing the secrets of the stars,
a tapestry woven with laughter and whispers,
the sound of dreams dancing in the air.

In youth, the night is a canvas,
splashing colors of recklessness,
where every heartbeat echoes with possibility,
the moon a silent witness,
to the reckless abandon of tender souls,
chasing fireflies and fleeting moments.

We gather beneath the constellation's gaze,
huddled close, sharing stories,
the world a stage, our voices a symphony,
each note a fragment of hope,
each laugh a promise of tomorrow,
as we paint the sky with our aspirations.

But as the hours slip like grains of sand,
the vibrancy fades to a muted glow,
and the wildness of youth gives way
to the gentle sigh of twilight,
the fireflies retreat,
their lights dimming into memory.

Then comes the night of old age,
rich with the weight of years,
where the stars shine not just for dreams,
but for the echoes of a life lived,
the laughter now a soft melody,
weaving through the fabric of time.

Here, the night is a reflective pool,
mirroring the wisdom carved in wrinkles,
stories etched in the lines of the face,
each crease a chapter,
every shadow a lesson learned,
the quietude a balm for the soul.

We sit beneath the ancient oak,
its gnarled branches holding our tales,
the moon now a companion in solitude,
our conversations slow and meandering,
like the winding paths we once forged,
the memories flickering like distant stars.

In the stillness, we find solace,
the burdens of youth now feather-light,
as we embrace the beauty of dusk,
the embrace of time's gentle hand,
knowing that every night has its own song,
a lullaby for the restless heart.

So, let us cherish both nights,
the vibrant and the serene,
for in each, there lies a truth,
in the wildness of youth,
we learned to fly,
and in the peace of old age,
we learn to rest,
two nights intertwined,
each a season of the soul,
each a testament to the journey,
where the stars, in their infinite wisdom,
whisper softly,
"You are never alone."