Midnight Musings (#8)

To all the lost souls out there…

Look at me, look at you
Look at us
Lost souls
Searching for meaning
in the middle of the night...
Or is it
the wee hours
of the morning...
Whatever it may be
We are still lost
No answers
to be found
again...

May we have
better odds
the next time
around...
Sleep
little girl
Sleep
Dream
That's how
miracles
are borne
So, for now
sleep... dream....
of a better
dawn.

Love, February.

As February(the month of love) ends on a leap day, here’s a special poem that I wrote as a tribute to the words and language that tie us together across boundaries, just like love ❤️

What would we do without you?
Without words, without language
How would I ever confess
I love you
How would I ever call
My beloved
Oh my love, come hither
And warm me, hold me
For just a while longer
Till the sun comes
Till my fight resumes
Hold me tight
On this cold February night.
Alas,
All I have
Are these words
To give me warmth.
Still,
I have these words
To shield me
From the plight
Of this lonely night.

Love,
February.

P. S.: Wishing you(and myself 😉) nothing but right in March!

P. P. S.: Image source: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=275719&picture=thinking-about-love

Midnight Musings (#5)

An almost full moon night with urban lights

Tomorrows seem endless
Rife with possibilities
But only on the nights before.

The actual morrow
Breaks the illusion
My hopes and dreams
Disappear and go ‘poof’.

I panic, panic
And panic some more
At the end of the day
My heavy heart goes ‘woof’.