The velvety black did shine,
with studded crystals bright.
The cold night wind did blow,
to the shuddering loner’s plight.
The steely silence broke,
once to a howling hound.
A scuttling rat did squeak,
to treble the silenced sound.
A shout, a thud , a crash,
The still did stir to a spouse’s strife.
Though, lovers walked in blissful ignorance,
dreaming awake to be man and wife.
To a poet’s words, the moon did blush,
shying behind a blackened veil.
Across the shimmering, winking stars,
a lonely cloud did sail.
And Sleep didn’t crawl with me to sleep,
I was awake on a night as such.
All my brain did was writhe and weep,
and unrest thoughts didn’t help much.
I shut my eyes, I counted sheep.
But my rumbling brain
never seemed to care.
I tossed and turned in silence, while
mockingly, it slept in the air.
So, I sat at the window with ink and sheet,
trying to put myself to use.
Hoping that some words would meet,
to fulfill a hungry poet’s muse.
What caught my eye
on that sleepless night,
was a guiding star,
and its promising light.
“Oh, is it sheer coincidence
that I should miss you tonight?
Or mere wishful thinking
that you too, might
be thinking of me
with the star in sight?”
“But I think you are not, and the thought is scary.
Though hope is high, I’m still quite wary.
‘Cause hoping hurts, and because I know
If empty voids were heavy,
then that’s what my heart does carry…”
“Oh, I’m delving deep,
and whiling time,
trying to hide the fears,
in a stupid rhyme. “
And thoughts haunted me,
so I said: “Before my eyes get teary red,
I guess, I’d better go to bed.”
(But I couldn’t sleep and stayed up that night,
putting my tousling thoughts upright)