The sleep needs no lights,
In the eyes of those who miss,
Time counts countless debts-
of disrupted clocks.
Owls hoot under the stars,
The stars follow from the skies,
To occupy the spaces.
It needs no one,
But the beating hearts.
The sky to brighten,
Needs no pages.
The dark needs no pen,
Night falls to paint the skies.
____copyright©️ by D.W.Kadete
Read a related poem
Lord Byron. (1816). Darkness. Poetry Foundation. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43825/darkness-56d222aeeee1b


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