The sunless sky approaches.
He wakes up as others go to sleep,
Alone under the starry curtain,
Starts roaming around the house.
He was seeking for some time alone,
Time to reorganize and look back on his day.
Time, too swift and busy in the morning,
Slows down and rest during the hours of darkness.
He enjoys solitude and freedom in the gloom.
Sensing each and every minute passing,
Recaptures morning and observes night.
Light approaches and Time resumes its work.
Meanwhile, he becomes insensible once again,
Waiting until the night sky resurges.