When the night
is a witching
black
and my coffee
loses its steam
and the cat is batting
at the moths again
who waltz
with their demise
a candle with a
pool of wax,
I'm lost between
your sighs
I wish I knew a spell
to hum
a hymn
to sing
a song to
lose my mind
stars are falling
swans are swimming
here my soul is
unconfined.