The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I'm falling out into space.
Toast to the nights that turned into mornings with the friends that turned into family.
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God!
Whispering secrets under the moonlight, because some nights are meant for confessions.
Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can see only when it’s dark.