usually,
i would be asleep at 1:00 am.
but, not today

i’m thinking about you.
even though it’s past midnight,
that doesn’t mean that you’re out of my mind,
it’s like you don’t cross it,
but you stay in it.

you know,
sometimes i wonder,
how to get you out of my mind?

the stars
thanks to them that i’m able to write this
they keep me content and they’re the ones
who can hear my thoughts.

can they hear me thinking about you?

about your eyes,
your perfectly plump lips,
your dark brown hair,
your raspy and baritone voice

oh,

of course they can.
i thought out loud, as always.

Last night I sat lonely
Wishing for things that could never be
Out my window the moonlight bright on the garden stones
speaks to me

I putter to the gates
Perhaps among the rose bushes
And Lilly beds, I will find
nourishment in nature.

I sit in casted moonbeams
still wishing for things, that could never be
no solace in the garden green
just alone beneath
a midnight scene

I would like to be home by midnight.

She paused, no longer so sure about the fit
of that crystal slipper on my hairy foot.

Not to worry, my dear. Just make sure to close
the closet door when you leave.