I was writing poetry on a piece of paper...
By candlelight...
The candle's flame extinguished itself...
The room became pitch dark...
After I lit the candle again...
I discovered the paper was blank...
As if the words had fled...
The poem was being written for you...
So perhaps the words and sonnets will reach your senses...
It happened so fast...
It was a poem of encouragement...
And admiration...
For you felt exhausted today...
But you never give up...
And that is why perhaps the poem went after you...
A poem about encouragement and resilience can for sure learn from you...
So the poem became the student...
As you are the role model for resilience and hard work...
I know the poem will be happy around you...
My paper is blank now...
Perhaps the words will come back someday...
If they do...
I will be happy and honored to hear and read about their adventures in your land...
I'm sure they will have a story to tell...
For life, resilience and hard work always go together...
This poet has no more stories tonight...
But he hopes this bedtime poem will bring you some happiness...
Or at least a smile...
Good night the poet says...
Until our words meet again...