The chill of the night
Brought tears to her sight
And the quiet of the darkness
Made her lose sanity
The fire in the grate
Failed to keep her warm so late
And the silence descended upon her
In a mist of nostalgic bliss
The moon was so inviting
And her heart was again igniting
With a kind of awe and envy
If only she could be as quietly brilliant
She looked over at her bed
Never sleep so late, they said
For you wouldn't want madness
To catch up on you
YOU ARE READING
kāi
PoezjaThoughts spared for the ones who love and hurt and smile and believe at the same time. © fourthrose 2015 | AL
