Sitting by my window, sky turns grey from orange hue,
Lost in time, but thoughts of you break through.
Amongst the clouds, my mind did roam,
As they faded, I realized you were never home.
You, a dream, I never truly knew,
Vanishing like the clouds, in the sky so blue.
An illusion of my heart's desire, it seems,
In the realm of dreams, you were my gleam.
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...
