People usually talk about the beauty of the day
of how alabaster white clouds hang in the sky,
planted in an expanse of light blue that stretches on for miles
with velvety clouds so smooth they look like silk threads that our fingers could reach out and intertwine with
of how rays and streaks of sunlight filter through the tiny holes between twigs of gigantic trees
how their light casts a shadow on the ground – mysterious, intense and serene
of how fruits get gilded under the enchantment of the golden globe of fire
and how birds sing of praise and love in their snuggly nests high up above the ground
Yet the night remains dark, solemn and menacing
unable to be appreciated by many who dare not wander in the unilluminated
But tonight, I saw it.
I saw the beauty of the night.
Look pass the pitch-black outside the window
and you’ll see what I saw
The lights in the rooms of people, they gave out some kind of lustre
the kind of glow that makes you want to reach your hands out to touch and smoothen
the orange light of the lamps among the palm trees
tender yet precise at the same time, just like fireflies glowing in the night
the whole night reminding me of golden night lanterns
warm radiance and the feeling of exotic paradise
of how the tiny little golden lights erupt in the jet-black of the night
like everlasting fireworks
like everlasting night lanterns.
This, is the beauty of the night.