This is the night I’ve awaited,
Where the sky, a celestial seamstress,
Laces herself with a million beads of stars.
Her gown, spun from sparkling white foamy clouds,
Drapes across the expanse, billowing in cosmic winds.

Her eyes, oh, her eyes—
Lensed with the moon’s silver gaze,
Reflecting ancient secrets and lunar whispers.
I am woven into the fabric of time,
My beautiful night to bid farewell,
To embrace the void and never see another day.

✍️FOLORUNSHO MIKE IYANUOLUWA