Another Night Was Spent

I lay on bed waiting for that moment, The night guard passed on his last round Mournfully whistling another night was spent, Though the night was still lulled by weary crickets’ sound. My windowpane like a lusty lover clung darkness tight If that would let him hold onto the night Unwilling to let go the stars out of sight Fearful his secret would be cracked by daylight. I waited in bated breath that inevitable moment Eyeing the glass to catch the transition A bulbul called to say another night was spent Other hopeful voices broke out in unison.