Nyctophilia

 

I sit and stare at the sky;
That never stops growing bright.
The love towards the shimmering stars;
My heart lost in the oceans afar.

The darkness' required for stars to shine;
Even for dimmest of all their shrine.
The calling for us from thou Divine;
Receive our souls drenched in demise.

The burning sky surrounds us all;
Discover our wonders says their call.
Our heart and soul will one day fall;
But rise up and answer the wonder's call.

I sit and stare and wonder how;
How every night makes it younger now.
Although its older than anything else;
But always has us another beginning felt.

I have developed this love for darkness now;
For the fear has lost its edge on me.
I find its abstractedness somehow;
A reconcile much like a bridge for me.

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