In the still of my night time

In the still of my night time
I sit in front of a window
watching the stars
wishing upon them seems futile
but i do it anyway.

In the quiet of my bedroom
I lay back on my bed
closing my eyes to center myself
holding on to my dreams seems ridiculous
but I do it anyway.

Reviews

[emmah]

sarah, this is a magical verse! truly! it's melancholic and tranquil; bleak and hopeful; resilient and brittle! not only does it conjure rare, endearing, quiescent imagery, it also startles with it's refreshing simplicity.
as a reader and lover of verse, i have always marveled at the ability of the written word to transcend time and space. it's the magic of an exceptional versifier that takes the seemingly mundane (like sitting "in front of a window...watching the stars") and transforms it, with words and feelings, into something extraordinary, something divine (like the almost resigned resilience of "wishing upon them seems futile...but i do it anyway" and "holding on to my dreams seems ridiculous...but i do it anyway"). the expressions "in the still of my night time" and "in the quiet of my bedroom" are timelessly expressive of an absence that lingers ceaselessly, a void that becomes palpable when the clutter and cacophony of this and that dies down in the quiet of the night.
i'm moved and strengthened by your verse - holding on to dreams and wishes takes courage and faith - a million times more than letting go does!
thank you for this lovely piece!