Poesia
The night is mine
The night is mine
The night is my concubine,
a silent companion to my thoughts. The night under the stars.
Truth in dreams.
I won't fall asleep while I wrestle with my thoughts. This night has the right to that.
Tomorrow will give birth to a new day. Another new day in a row.
All I have in my mind fits into a wish. Imagined and not too big.
For one more day and this opportunity, to transform a new thought into a letter.
Verses are my treasure, golden thalers, I shuffle and count rhymes in the gloom. The night is my concubine,
a silent companion to my thoughts.