Winternights
I like winternights.
At night,
when it is quiet
only the lonely listen
to the song
of wind and air and darkness.
I listen to that song.
Every night I listen
to its lonely melody.
The air sings of the past,
darkness sings of death
and the wind,
the wind sings of changes
that won't happened
or haven't happened yet..
I like the night.
At night,
when everyone's asleep
I see the moon,
I see the stars,
I see infinity.
I see a life for you and me
and dream about reality.
I'm all alone,
no one can see my face.
I like to cry at night,
I like to weep,
I like to walk along the street
and think of you and me
and of what will never be.
12-15-97
