The world has sent him early to his bed
The doors kept ajar partly disclose truths..
A world apart, ages apart, half known.
The night of difference that will crawl in
His dreamscapes shall live till he understands.
The bed grows short, time endless and night birds
Rise to the juncture of a blue moon.
He grasps the panes of window of a pain.
Night smiles to indulge in delights of world.