Night grows deep

So silent, the night grows deep,

deeper still lays something, watching

the pinprick glistens, ever so slightly

hidden behind a slivered space of the wooden paneling,

waiting, biding, enticed as you slip so comfortably into sleep.

As the night grows deep, beyond the walls

it breathes.

Biding.

With time, the night goes deep.

2 thoughts on “Night grows deep”

Radhika says:

August 16, 2015 at 12:59 am

Evocative and mysterious…

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1. Eva Acharya says:
  
  August 16, 2015 at 1:20 am
  
  Thank you, Radhika. 🙂
  
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