Night
    drenched in my loneliness,
questioning

the empty sky,
the lost stars,
the invisible moon.

Who's mine, she asks?

the wind,
once very dear
is numb tonight

clouds,
no Sir, they got no words.

Its sheer cold
But what's burning?

Is that your heart?
Oh, but how

how come this fire
from the ashes
Evolve
in the freezing night.

A trace of love
Or a ray of hope

But they have all long gone?
Or Not?

Why is it that humans are such lonely creatures,
That we need something to mimic our feelings?
We need writing,
To prove through words that what we feel is real.
We need art,
To splatter a canvas with our emotions,
To create something that mimics what's inside our hearts.
We need music in order breath,
So that others can put into words,
Want we dare not say.
Yes,  humans are such lonely souls,
Who need only to realize that what we feel is real.