Nocturnal
Night growing still..
Cheek pressed on glass..
feeling the hard chill.
My window sill...
the only thing that feels real.
Soul searching
my heart's trying to feel its way ...
Hard pressed against glass.
Dark and mysterious starry skies..
they take me There..
I feel myself sinking .
My heart lingers ,hanging like those stars.
Soul like those stars..
surrounded by darkness
I feel myself there
Surrounded by beauty
Watching the universe in all its mystery
Cold window sill...
the cold on my flesh brings me back
Sink into my covers
Body of a curled knot.
Hoping sleep finds me.
Daring to dream..
A.R.
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