At night I now understand
that the sky no longer lunges
lies with it into the darkness, and
the clicking of crickets cannot
hush the stillness of despair.
At night I allowed myself to drift
in and out
in and out
of the lull of little lights
or the fluidity of my little dreams
drifting between serenity
and sleeplessness as a
cooling wind brushes my
warm back and keeps me from
simply falling.
At night now I stare,
As the darkness embraces
The ever illuminated lights.
Shielding them away from
The dismal dirt down below.
And at night, sometimes,
I wish
upon every star in the
moonlit sky that you
were among them.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
At night I now understand
that the sky no longer lunges
lies with it into the darkness, and
the clicking of crickets cannot
hush the stillness of despair.
At night I allowed myself to drift
in and out
in and out
of the lull of little lights
or the fluidity of my little dreams
drifting between serenity
and sleeplessness as a
cooling wind brushes my
warm back and keeps me from
simply falling.
At night now I stare,
As the darkness embraces
The ever illuminated lights.
Shielding them away from
The dismal dirt down below.
And at night, sometimes,
I wish
upon every star in the
moonlit sky that you
were among them.
Please note that I based this poem on a work of art by Adrian Borda. It can be found here: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/our-love-will-light-the-night-adrian-borda.html
