Midnight Evanescence

Curious is to my mind,
As to how my heart speaks a language of a whole new kind.
A dialect born of dreams and sighs,
Where words are but murmurs of feelings undefined.

At midnight, it calls a little louder,
From whispers that lingers to shrieks of sonder.
A yearning for lives I've never known,
Beseeching for a love I've never even owned.

And as I pen it down, just so I can sleep,
As deep as midnight, the longing creeps.
But soon, I'll lay my weary heart;
With the moon, it leaves—
Like shadows embracing the light.