black canvas
In the still of the night, when the world is quiet and calm,
My mind starts to wander and I feel a sense of balm.
I think about the past, the present, and the future too,
And all the things I've done and all the things I've yet to do.

It's easy to get lost in all the noise and chaos of the day,
To forget the things that matter and get swept away.
But in the quiet of the night, I find my center again,
And I remember who I am and where I've been.

The night is like a canvas, dark and full of possibility,
And I am the artist, free to create my own reality.
I paint with words and thoughts and dreams,
And watch them come to life in the moon's silver beams.

So here I am, lost in the magic of the night,
Feeling grateful for this moment and everything in sight.
For in the stillness and the calm, I find my strength and my light,
And I know that everything will be alright
© Avinash David