Night

this poem is dedicated to the sleepless nights that I had dreamt about you, and the thought of what I did didn’t let me sleep, I would often sit at my window and watch in the dark sky to the stars, wishing if there is someone up above would listen to me and do come down and convince you, I would often come down near your building stare at it silently, sometimes cry in the midnight and walk away from there, after tired of staring at the heights, I never dared to cross the opposite road and come to that side, because I knew the only day I would cross the road, would be the day when you call me from the other side of the road.

the deep blue,

ofa night sky strewn

with stars

a shy moon rises behind

darkening trees,

wishing for a shooting star,

so that I can wish for you.