Night and After Night.

The dark dome was stolen,

'but it will be replaced', sighed someone.

The pillars, painted with green,

stood unprovoked,

though a stir, a movement, a turmoil,

was seen on the ground.

It was altogether a new sight:

a scene without the dark dome.

It was unimagined,

exquisite and brand new.

It was a gift.

Every gift is special, bright;

it can only be marked with a light,

with the truest smile, silent.

The dark dome was a protection,

under the unknown designs-

of storms and thunders.

It had designs on its highest part;

shining buttons. And a hole,

which appears and disappears,

at times with fourteen days in between,

which passes the light in;

needed a repair, but none did anything to it.

The dome had been stolen.

The night by the sun,

to make something visible.