The nights talk, and they speak volumes.
The darkest hour is a teacher,
And his classes unconventional.
His tone is patronizing,
And mostly with a golden lesson underneath it
He is here to make you listen, my friend.
Here to show you the consequences of your actions, and the End.
Because, in your darkest hour.
His classes are best.
Especially when you are beat,
when it’s all good you can’t see a bit,
Even a possible heart break, ‘Cos you’re just busy skipping beats,
But trust me , you’ll learn.
And before the class is over
He will hand you over to Dawn.
Dawn is a philosopher.
He teaches about light while in the dark,
He sees what lurks beyond your darkest hours,
He knows about the sun.
And he makes you want to cross over,
“The sunrise has lungs,” he says.
‘There’s green and life on the other side,” he promises.
The night is ending and you’ll find happiness once again,
The night is ending, you won’t stay broken and miserable,
This long night is in it’s last hour.
Hold your breath for a little longer,
Hold it just a little bit more….
Watch the East, and wait for the Rays,
The green and life is approaching,
The sun is coming right up.
To bring forth your shine,
To bring back your smile,
Even when you see it covered in a cloud,
Stand your ground and just watch the sky unravel.
“You’re radiant, And adhesive
You’ll attract what’s good
– This has been in the archives. You’ve probably read parts of the quotes extracted from This poem.
If you haven’t thanks for reading 😊