Children Of The Night Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Children we were, waiting for the night,
Under the trees in fields of rye
To throw the stars and their celestial light
Over the black canvas of the sky.

We loved to see the stars and to count
The birds as they the wind mount.
With love and joy we followed their flight
And with wonder glimmering in our eyes
We mixed freedom with that beautiful sight
Which made our hearts fly and rise
As the sky grew dark but not bleak
To play with the stars hide and seek.