Night in Flames

The night was cold when I dressed her in flames
Sprinkling sparks like stars on her gown
The crackling of burning woods dancing with rains
Made the poem embrace the darkest of nights
The moment the flames took over the night
Oceans kissed the skies.
As their lips departed, the night disappeared.
What good is the poem now? A poem without Nights
The beautiful dance by sound of rain and sound of flames
And the only spectator with his brains spread across the skies
Dissipating into the noise of motors and robots.
Bright sky brought too many minds to life
Brains that fight in the limitless ring
Until nature rings the bell
Oh! The poet hides among the unknown
Waiting for the bell to ring, light to fall
For those who have known the taste of water look for streams
For the rest, its but a bottled drink!
A night dressed in flames, isn't that a beauty to behold?