The Invader

Night falls with soothing touch
Of mothers' songs that lulls off sleep, 
Curling up the troubled minds
Assuages with fantasies of bliss . 
Nights are brightened into light,
Time supposed for yard of grave
For the paused breath in rest, 
Changes instinct of changing beings
Defied the need of darkness green
Keeping the street busy with feet
Shakes my soul and bones of being!