The night and me.

Night crawls into my room.
Dark it decorates all my walls.
Sleep deliverately attacks my eyelids
Tiredness my body,
But i cannot sleep.
Fears and phobias donot agree me sleeping .
Well aquianted walls turn to unquainted monsters.
The painting on my wall awakes in devilish life,
I can see it staring at me.
I am scared.

I run out of my room to the terrace
I look up, towards the sky, 
The moon and the starry sky.
Above me is the friendly side of night,
And that room; the devilish side of the night.

And rest of the night 
I lie awaken, telling myself
The night in the terrace and in my room
Are the same.
No devils, no monsters
Only beauty.