Analysis of My thoughts.

My thoughts evaporate at night
and cover the sky.
They hang over the moon
and steal its beams very soon.

They haunt like ghost.
The stars blink their eyes
as if they are trembling in fear
and trying to hide behind clouds.

The night owl screechs,
to add the mystery.
My thoughts hover over the trees,
then moan and cry.

When the sky is tinged with yellow.
They get tired.
My eyes get comfort
and my thoughts are retired.