A lone poetess wanders through the night…
Not knowing where to go,
Searching for music and light…
So I just sit at this bar and let my heart melt.
I fly far on the wings of all I have felt.
I see him glance across the room…
Another pretty face in this crazy life of mine.
The gods watch my fingers bleed,
Line after line.
And so it’s true: melancholy rules me.
It’s there in every whisper of my poetry.
But why these games?
Happiness inspires me too…
If there were a chance,
I’d make words dance and verses bloom,
Soft as a promise, as a child’s laughter.
Serene, as us sitting here together…
Take a moment, poetess,
And listen to him recite…
Find light in words’ caress.
As he kisses you good night.