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.