15 March 2013
It's eleven at night,
I cannot sleep.
Thoughts drifting through my mind,
Cold air crisping my uncovered feet.
Night, the moon so bright.
Such a peaceful time they say.
Yet in my bed I lay.
I yearn to walk the streets,
As the stars whisper me to sleep.
I desire to wonder the depths of darkness,
Hear every nocturnal sound.
Lay down in the damp grass,
Breath in the harmony with nature that I have found.
Yet in my bed I lay,
But the lust of night will stay.
Opuss № I