Oft in the Stillness of the Night

Oft in the stillness of the night
When empty corridors silence speak,
Lies awake yours truly
Into darkness taking a peek.

From cobwebs hanging in the corner
I spin straw into gold
Yarns of pirate ships and friendly ghosts,
And Persian cats too bold.

With the bedside wall as stage
My ten fingers put on a show
For audience of a lizard and spider
Awaits tricks with their shadow.

Sometimes my stone dolphin comes alive
And woos the stuffed porcupine, all pied
Till the silverfish and bed bugs
Have in their laughter cried.

On particularly dreamy nights
The ceiling, the starry sky becomes
And I lay gazing into it
Till the wind in my ear hums.

As if captivated by its charms
I to my window obediently make
And who should be waiting for me there?
But my new friend equally awake.

The solitary coconut tree and I
Have had many a talks too deep
And in its tall, ambitious trunk
I find my comfort doth keep.

Softly enough like the humming wind,
There is a distant plaintive cry
A deer out alone, confronting its fears
Maybe, so should I.

And just like that the spell is broken
All the pumpkins, pumpkins be
Midnight strikes on my charade
And darkness leaves nothing to see.

Quietly compelling me to look inside,
My protests notwithstanding.
But fantasy has spun its web
And I go to sleep smiling.