A Paean to the Night

The night,is a vision of darkness

Breathtakingly beautiful in its calmness,

Through the fleeting time away it glides,

Unconcerned of its impending demise.

The colour of void it wears,

Yet in its womb it bears,
Secrets,hidden and untold,

And dreams,that by and by unfold.

The night,devoid of blinding light,

Is blessed with a soothing sight,

The blue black heavens dimly lit,
The glowing moon's starry seat.

Its pitch darkness is a gift Divine,
Hides all earthly flaws,the Night benign,
Stretches on, for miles,the serene silence,
Flows through it ,in perfect cadence

Its blackness visible to all eyes,
But not the silver streak, that in it lies,
When the day is done and over,
The night offers rest and peaceful slumber.

Then the dawn struts its rays gayly,
The night beats a retreat, quietly,
But not before it has rejuvenated,the placid,
Souls, slumberous,weary and  fatigued.

The dark mystery is as mysterious as it can be,
Its beyond comprehension,for you and me,
The darkness profound,within it,life teeming,
Their songs undecipherable but haunting.

When the world casts at us glances disdainful,
The light hurts and the grief is too painful,
The night embraces and comforts the soul,
The heart finds solace in the star at the pole.

The night is generous and bountiful,
Its music lilting and soulful,
Peace and tranquility,set in, bit by bit
One cant help but  sing a paean  to it.
                                                              Chandni.