The night is my concubine.
A silent companion to my thoughts.
A night under the stars.
Truth in dreams.

I won't fall asleep while I wrestle with my thoughts.
This night has the right to that.
Tomorrow will give birth to a new day.
Another new day in a row.

All I have in my mind fits into a wish.
Imagined and not too big
For one more day and this opportunity,
To transform a new thought into a letter.

Verses are my treasure, golden thalers.
I shuffle and count rhymes in the gloom.
The night is my concubine.
A silent companion to my thoughts