When day turns to night,

the sun sets to sleep, shadowing my play of happiness,

darkening my day along with the sky.

The seconds hand ticks,

rejuvenating your memories with every ticking second,

making the mattress a garden of thorns.

Every failed attempt to dive into dreams,

flashes you from the tears,

the pillow drinks every night.

The darkness above and within,

makes sure you shine the brightest in it,

making it a quest of a lifetime to evanescent you away from the memories.

I wait the entire night to see my eyes and the sun,

in the same tinge of red.

As the sun rises from the night's dolour,

I drape the smile back and play the blithe,

until the day turns to night..............all over again