Lastnight Too

When the moon came down with its faded light, darkness about to depart with no sign of wonder. I heard the knock... One, twice, thrice.. It was shaking my door. My window-glass was stirring, for the knock was hard and I couldn't sleep anymore. Perhaps it happens everyday, in deep sleep can't listen, he comes and knocks something wants to say. Last night, the caress of the moon, made me awake. I'm not far from the door of my heart. My road isn't two. Whatever, I want to, never I can't do. The knocking goes and goes. It's neither of friend nor of foes. But a fear which shivers my pure soul, makes me stay away from opening the door. Last night too, I heard the knock, but, scared I couldn't open the door.