Night Growing Dark

The Mood of an English Night

The night air is chilly,
the Prussian blue sky runs deep.

Even the stars, sparkling like crystals,
settle gently onto the dim earth.

Every step I take
on the dark asphalt
carries a sound,
like a waltz leaning into the night,
beating alongside my own heart.

Somehow, I’ve come to love it—
the stillness of the night,
the soft, whispering sounds
that make me feel good, even when there’s nothing at all.

One orange-hued smile
is enough to make things beautiful.

What more could I ask for?
This night sky will linger in memory just as it is.

And the moon, pearly and bright—
it follows me gently
all the way home,
making the night feel warm,
with nothing to fear.

Lying in bed,
until sleep comes,
I love today,
and dream of tomorrow.

Through the green-opened window,
the night air is cold.

*these are my own paintings *