Alone

These days of night,

cold air

and despair.

I hear the dogs barking,

cars passing on by,

nothing to do but linger

upon dreams that somehow survive.

Could I ever stop wanting

to be more than

what some think of me?

The moon is above me,

stars and infinity,

love and truth

are out there

but will you ever find it all?

Go to sleep I say,

forget the dusk

and the dawn,

live in the hours between

in dreams dreamt alone…

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