She whispers
My name in every poem
She whispers my name
In every word she writes
She whispers my name
In every picture she posts
She whispers my name
In my sleep
She whispers
I hear her calling
In my dreams
She whispers
Whispers
I scream

I build it because I can
Working with tools
Makes me feel like a man

The process is frustrating yet fun
As long as this stands
I will be on this earth as one

One who left his mark
By carving out this wood
I decided to build this on a lark
But now it is something good

We wait for light to dawn on us
As we plan our dreams at night
Planning our entrance to a new day
Knocking on the door we visualize
Run a path of with so many errands
Tired soul, looking for the right exit
Before we are shut out into the cold
We need to enter through the exit
As darkness descends at the day’s end
Many travelers prefer the starry canopy
The wild wilderness and embrace night
Inclement weather one has to weather
Drenched to the soul and feeling tired
It’s time to go look for the shelter
Darkness brings us closer to the cosmic beauty
As we retire exhausted, we travel unknown places
Universe holds so many secrets
Hidden from the bright daylight and noises
Night cuts out the unnecessary activities
As we delve deeper into our souls
Looking for another path to follow
Waiting for the dawn and many chores
Night’s light shall finally drape our soul
As we retire again for the night

Written not only by the ink of pens, but also by the soul of  hearts