Meet the night sky,
Like chasing the end of a rainbow.
It is studded clearly with stars that blink,
Or moon full or eaten,
Or sometimes void of all of these.
The peculiarity of night show is its clarity,
On what to expect and what not ,
Unlike days that allures one,
With petty promises and interruptions .
Lucid night flows through similar paths,
Of danger, darkness and dilemma,
Of aftermath of day’s drama,
And of anonymous thoughts.
– Emily Parker