this day is not yet done.
the opened window, letting in twilight,
softest caress of night,
yet another sighing prayer to the moon.
what is this desperation?
a quavering pause.
a volta, its execution,
the graceful twirl,
a return to slumber.
now, the day is done.
This was inspired by that strange feeling of solitude one gets at night, the feeling that one could be the only person in the entire world awake right now. I hope I managed to capture that feeling and you were able to sense it!
Also, sorry, it has been a while since I last posted.