The Mystique Night

I Sit here alone in the night,
listening to the music of the wind,
It speaks a thousand words
Bestows a strange contemplation to the mind.

The open skies pave way to the place unknown
The mysteries it contains, the reminiscence it holds.
Dancing in glory, are the blessed souls,
Peace and prosperity is perhaps the insignia
Of the story that unfolds.

This serene darkness, engulfs the night,
But still a ray of hope reveals in sight.
The moon in its eternal glory,
Shows the way to hundreds of wanderers.