D’you know what’s weird about tonight?
It’s that the sky is somewhat light.
Not exactly super bright,
Like “I can’t sleep it’s like practically daylight!”
But I can still make out the shape of my hand,
I’m telling you, it’s just that bright.
Maybe the sky forgot to dim it’s light?
It enjoys summer so much it forgets about the night..
It could possibly just be my sight,
But I like when the sky at night is bright.
Yeah, daylight is sometimes nice.
Everything comes alive, the whole world - it thrives.
But the silence of a bright night,
What some might find alarming,
Consists of a peace and tranquility,
that I find that rather charming.
A Bright Night by K Miller
About the Creator
K Miller
I enjoy writing during the very late hours of the night.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author5 days ago in Fiction
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