Far away, over the twilight-shadowed
sleepy mountains,
Tired birds fly anxiously towards the warmth of
the cosy nests,
Eager little one chirp louder sensing the darkness,
softly blinding the retiring day;

The sun sets behind the drunken grey clouds,
dragging themselves -
sometimes to west, sometimes to north - unsure;

The tall palms seem to yawn and irritated at
wide-awake, noisy sea-breeze - an old friend
begging to play silly games at strange hours;

In a quiet town -
the music of hard rock changes it's mood
to soft jazz;

The new couples try to coordinate their
hesitant steps amidst
laughter, flirty glances and
quick kisses;

The broken-hearted subconsiously
wipe a weak tear hurriedly,
sip ironically coincided coloured wine
as
all this gets too familiar;

Nearby in a sofly-lit backyard
of a sad cottage,
an unshaven painter captures
the romance of this sensuous eve of night
on his moon-touched canvas;

A lunatic poet, next door
pens down sweet sonnets of
friendly star, crazy moon and
whitewinged angels comfortably seated
on those drunken grey clouds;

The simple, once unpopular
girl with pretty dimples
sleep smilingly after being crowned the
prom princess,
Now
like a blessed Cinderella, she dances delicately
with
prayers and raw dreams -
Her happy mother proudly looks on;

The little nightingale approves singing songs of
hopes and sunflowers of springtime;

The cocaine-addicted singer - full of gratitude
as
his voice flows like silk - inviting ever-increasing
awed admirers;

The aged actor from classic cowboy movies
slips into a slumber of a lonely death;

As
this night declines into it's
best-kept secrets of mysteries and wonders of
magical moments.