The night has just lit its room. The moon, the breeze, the solitude reminds me of a place called 'nostalgia'. Night has always been a good teacher, or perhaps a friend. A good one. It teaches me that , everything happens because something had happened. Even the stars donot shine to celebrate the advent of the darkness, but to glorify the reminiscence of the magnificient past. The beautiful bygone day. They teach me that there is a moment to lose and another to out shine. The dark clouds teach me that after every stormy night, there is a sunny day awaited. here i am reminded of the song ‘’dreams are more precious’’. the reason behind is definitely NOT depression. rather i think night signifies that friend who reflects you. the one who makes you see the life you would lose in the crowd. The one who makes you understand the 'unreasonable' smile you have, seeing that 'person'. The one who teaches how important is the 'person' in your life, how incomplete is your day or life is without that 'person'. The one who brings you home; the home which accepts you no matter how poor you are. The one who tells you that there is someone who is waiting for you; no matter how long the wait might turn out to be. how special you are and how special life is.
Yet again, ‘’to err is human..’’.we (better if said í am) are too much into running after the life we dream. Never realising that sometimes reality is bittersweet.
PS- no particular personification.
As the song sings,
Come see, high above.
Come see, high in the heavens.
A new star shining bright.
Out of the darkness, comes a light.
Come here, midnight chimes
Come here, bells that are ringing
And from some distant shore
Sounds of a journey, echo on
This is the night
They say,
Everyone wants a dream.
This is the night
They say
Nothing is as it seems.
Come sleep, close your eyes.
Come sleep, give me your sorrow.
And I keep watch for you.
Until the dawn is, breaking through.
Until the morning wakens you.
Come dream, through the night.
Come dream, and then tomorrow
They'll see who, what will know.
Dreams are more precious than gold
Dreams are more precious than gold
Dreams are more precious than gold
Come see, high above.
Come see, high in the heavens.
A new star shining bright.
Out of the darkness, comes a light.
Come here, midnight chimes
Come here, bells that are ringing
And from some distant shore
Sounds of a journey, echo on
This is the night
They say,
Everyone wants a dream.
This is the night
They say
Nothing is as it seems.
Come sleep, close your eyes.
Come sleep, give me your sorrow.
And I keep watch for you.
Until the dawn is, breaking through.
Until the morning wakens you.
Come dream, through the night.
Come dream, and then tomorrow
They'll see who, what will know.
Dreams are more precious than gold
Dreams are more precious than gold
Dreams are more precious than gold
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