MIDNIGHT

Another day dies,

As I sit in the balcony of my room,

Watch my dreams sprouting,

Among the wild weeds.

Oh once I tried,

But tired soon.

The uneven terrain,

The rocks unblunted and killing.

I gave up quick enough.

Who knows,

Perhaps it’s a fear.

I might find you waiting there.

So I stay by the sun setting down,

Standing by the hills,

And dream of you.

Alone in the night,

On a dark hill,

With pines around me,

Spicy and still.

And I wonder, if two people,

Watching from afar,

Know better than to wish,

Either on 11:11s,

Or on a dying star.