Alone, head clear, thoughts blank,
Only you in my mind, like a constant refrain.
What would you be doing right now?
I don't know you, yet you're my star in this blue sky's glow.
In solitude, I paint your face with dreams,
A distant star, a mystery, it seems.
Everyday I wonder, where you might be,
In this vast universe, you're my reverie.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
