Spirit Of The Night

Spirit of the Night
Moonlight seeping through the curtains.The window is open.A cool breeze ruffles the sheets on her bed.Stars twinkle in the night sky.The room is dimly lit.She stares out the windowwith her pale eyes.Sleep just wouldn't come.It had been a day like all others,filled with sadness and frustration.Tears began to pool in her eyes.She bowed her head and let them fall.Each drop shimmered on her windowsill.The pain was almost un bearable.She swept out the room, down the stairs,and out the door,never thinking twice.
Tarek Nassif
2005