Times of Day

Admired midnight designed by arrays of stars and constellations;

Dropped wishes hoping for returns and directions,

Envisage the days where cloudburst and coffee would suffice,

Before midnight blue ends and dawn materialize.

Heyday - the period everyone deserves, if not today, for sure someday.

Breeze of midnight surely makes my hopes opulent; not grey.

Pleased by the design of clouds: dancing adroit and flows with my emotion,

For this night abates the weight of my stress and tensions.

It’s a wonder how time before dawn prevents me from feeling forlorn;

How it exhilarates me like I am sailing through the night even with thorns.

Calm and tranquil - laid my head on my pillow,

For I know sweet dreams will surely follow.