Fading figures hide behind this stillness until they are exposed by lights.
On summer nights the garden glows following gatherings and the like- echoing former sounds of laughter and delights.
The stars sit pretty in the thickness of the dark sky. Almost like trophies of the night.
The night can dim the noise of the hustle and bustle of the cities afar - allowing children to sleep tight.
Oh to be a child - and not to have the constant thinking about the; what ifs and what could have beens- in the stillness of the night.
The stillness is for those late night workers and thinkers , the nursing mothers and the worriers.
A lot happens in this stillness - it's kind of deceiving-this night.
But it does not last this night- the sunrises anew on a day with fresh mercy and joy - a day that's yours.
Lift up your eyes to the morning!
|Lift up your eyes|
(Acrylics and chalk pastel)