Dear night,
my old friend
In need of your serenity
I sit here staring at my hand
I need new words
I'm out of lines
Too much emotions
Struggling times
A great companion
Standing by my side
A secure feeling
Is what you provide
We've been writing poems
Together, from the start
Please don't fail me
Help me create another piece of art
I write poems in the middle of the night, so it is my loyal and taciturn companion. But it never fails to provide the enviroment most comfortable for writing poetry.