Sleepless Night

sleepless night poetry


In the sleepless night I see
the light of thousand days,
the days that brought me you,
the days of warmer gaze…

where the sky was different blue,
your smile was always true, so you,
and heaven was on earth, a dream
more real than the words we mean…

and lying under silver Moons,
the stars were singing choir,
where the winter rose begins
to turn into the brightest flower…

But in the sleepless night I see
nothing but the wall, an empty room,
and as I’m calling ghosts, I feel
a light colder than the evil Moon.



photograph by Matthew Wiebe

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