The night is mine

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The night is mine

 

The night is my concubine.

A silent companion to my thoughts.

A 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