Promises

There are nights
When the moon sits still
While the stars float
In no particular manner
All about the sky

Nights
When dreams
Come to rest
Gently
Quietly
Motionlessly
On my shoulders

There are nights
Outside
In the darkness
The wind
Dances in circles
All about earth
Calling my name

Sometimes
There are nights
When dreams never come
And though I chase them
While I sleep
They have learned
To hide from me
Much too well
To ever find

But these days
There are nights
That hold nothing more
Than promises
Spoken in the darkness
That tomorrow
May
Or may not
Come

nightmute
I've always been told that there are two kinds of people in the world: night people and normal people. I, fortunately, am one of those folks of the night. Nice verse, enjoyed it!

Kesav V Easwaran
Dreams that talk dark words more transparently...nice imaginative expressions

brightknight
good poem, the second last verse is my favourite, as I can relate so well to it in particular.