A Billion Night With Stars Poem by Brown mbadiwe

A night in glory—
we shine at the feet of our shadows.
Chasing them, strengthless,
as the days smear into nights
dotted with broken wishes.

The closer we come,
the less we see—
a sunset that never rises,
a night with no stars.
In calumnious winter we sit,
watching our lives shoot past.

It was a boring night, endless,
the sky full of souls—
floating, smiling, wishing, crying.
A billion nights of silence.
Weary, eerily, the silence spoke.

Sometimes love never knows
where to die—
nor desire,
that screams at our breath,
breathless but alive,
whispering ghosts and gullies.

The nights turned to tears
we washed in the drench,
clutching emptiness with hope—
a long, falling night,
a loving night,
the moon still beaming.

Chaos lightened the sky;
voices rumbled in silence—
with no mouths, they spoke
verily, verily—
things unheard, untold, unknown.