11.30pm

The TV’s off, it’s 11.30 at night
But still she sits, staring at nothing
It’s late, it’s time for bed
But still she avoids the emptiness awaiting

Draw the curtain, she looks out
Turn the corner, look up my window
Open the glass, she leans out
Stop the car, watch me at my window

A lingering smell of perfume
From out of nowhere, drifts in
Drifting, dreamy
Catch it, like catching youth flying by
Halt its speedy dance
Before it misses chance

Perchance it teaches a lesson
as age marches on unhesitant (steadfast)
To humans whose mortality beckons like a flame
in the dark unlit skies (starless)
Mayhap, one hears a song unsung
of broken dreams and buried arrows
That never saw the light of day
in its wilderness of sorrows
That never once dared the risk
of the burning fields of ‘Hell, come what may’

Close the window, off the lights
Touch the door, don’t look back
Tomorrow is another night
Tonight is but a dream away

May it be dreamless