It's when the lights fall low,
Fall behind the mirk.
Myriad shades arise,
In the darkness of the night they lurk.

The shades your mind behold,
Your eyes, lips and heart.
In the stillness of the night,
Their blended conspiracies part.

None fail to confess,
The secrets they possess.
The secrets all men crave for,
The night, on your door it pour.

Love and it's essence,
The renaissance cognisance.
A sensation, a concealed truth,
All lie before a sleuth.

Into the nothingness you stare.
A familiar tinge you share,
With all the shades of the night.
A serene, pleasing despair.

As you pave deeper,
It spread it's arms to greet.
All the secret shades of men,
It shares every deceit.

How familiar it seem to be,
Once you surrender to the night.
Bit by bit it drips till you submerge,
In the sea of endless smite.

For far too long you've heard,
The hustle of the daylight.
Least for once hear the unheard,
Hear the silence of the night.