In the quiet of night, I sit all alone,
A pen in my hand, my thoughts are my home.
Loneliness gnaws, my memory lingers,
As sleep compromises my tired fingers.
Words flow like stars across the page,
A symphony of sorrow, joy, and rage.
Each line is bridging my heart and my mind,
Hoping somewhere an honest reader to find.
The moon is my witness, tonight is so bright,
As I dare to dream in the still of the night.
By dawn, I hope, a new verse will emerge,
From fragments of feelings that barely surge.
Though sadness may color my very first song,
In creation of it, I find where I belong.
I'm happy this silence, so deep and so vast,
I weave all my sorrow - the present and the past.
Midnight Musings
© Copyright: Миша Биркин, 2024
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