..but the night
despite its shadows
is freedom of the mind
the dust of day is brushed off
my voice in these hours
I find and I remove
in abandon
my crippling mask--

it's me and the night
no word in exchange
despite the absence
of  leading light

non-verbally we engage
in secret dialogue
I bare my heart
its silence I implicitly trust-

where creativity bursts
into song, poetry and rhyme
where forgotten love revives
from youth's swooning time

where regrets and remorse
swell like the untameable tide
where hate unashamedly arises
where every inhibition is set aside

where no human impinges
where the heart keenly feels
its every beat-- where imagination
reigns supreme and to nothing hinges

where ruins of past dreams
return to unsettle,  where hopes repine
where blame is falsely attributed
where love begs to be left behind

night deepens--the stars hide away
the moon does not look too kind
now perishes every image of the day
my heart is weary and no peace does it find.