How beautiful are these stars, glittering like diamonds in the sky? Outside, an owl hoots, awake at last, and giving me company. The roads are silent, the rat race put on pause.
In the street light’s pale yellow light that streams through the clear glass panes of the window, I read Agatha Christie’s Sad Cypress. Only the distant ticking of the grandfather clock breaks the silence inside.
If only the world could stay like this always…
Alas, in a few more hours, the sun will slowly awaken, and the wretched dawn will break the peace I have come to love.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
5th April, 2018)