Confessions and Night

Preferably leaning back, to view the darkness peacefully

There’s a voice which says, ‘Don’t be too comfortable’

Those stars are alluring; I wish to converse before they die

Wishing upon them is a chance when eyes are distracted

Stretch of soft moonlight is inviting to the tired body

Before sleep buoys me toward another dimension

A cat mews intriguingly; probably invoking the night

Mine are not confessions but lesser known secret whispers

Such is the curiosity, even the night appears prepared

~Amitav