Silver light

on the night sky

from Pinterest

Night.
Serene, silent, sacred.
What had escaped the curiosity of the day
Now comes back to life, 
It reanimates as if from eternal sleep.

The Moon's glow is cold and remote
But inexplicably fascinating,
And time stands still before my eyes.

The wind carries echoes of distant forests 
And the lapping of restless, wild oceans.

The stars, undisturbed, 
Seem to redeem every fallen angel
And intimately heal scratches I didn't know I had.

Only now do I realize that the pale pearl in this shrine of stars
Has illuminated the ruins of the world,
In front of which I desire nothing but sweet oblivion 
And that this night may last forever.