The Night Last Night Poem by Asma Khan

Last night I sighted the moon
It was very dull and low
just like the pale eyes of an orphan
muffled in it's own quieted memories

Last night I heard the drummer
It was very loud and roaring
just like the empty thunders of storms
clashed into their own egos

Last night I witnessed harmony
It was very calm and composed
just like the faith of a dying sun
brightened and surrounded by it's own bliss

Last night I touched a dream
It was very pure and sacred
just like the silver rain
falling over the spoon of memories

Last night I discovered myself
I was very unique and untouched
just like the newly bloomed rose
petalled in fragrance and dewy
shades of its own youth

Last night I met my heart
It was very unusual and strange
just like an outlandish soul
fluttering and hovering over
the burnt desires that once lived in it