Reflections of Loneliness

I am familiar with the night With the shadows that creep into my sight In silence I sit with my lonely musings The shadows that enclose me are quite soothing A winter wind comes rushing by And as it passes silently dies Listen to the Whip-poor-wills cries As it sings to the night skies Deeply I inhale the cold twilight air Cure this heart of stone laid bare Find its hidden treasures Reap its secret dreams and pleasures Or will its gifts remained sealed Never to be revealed ALesiach © 03/01/2016