No soul to walk a step
In this wakeful night
Lost in my thoughts and you
Bathed in the lonesome moon.
Sleep looks a mile away
And farther, the hint of rest
Restlessness the only candle
Promising to burn this long night.
In the night raven
The raven sings,
the craving notes
Of songs forgotten.
I amble solitary
With your thoughts and you.
Pensive with a hint of smile
And remembrances that still beguile.
Covered in a deathlike pall
Sunk in this morose stillness.
Your thoughts alive like you were near
Seeking my tribute, a drop of tear.
The stillness has gone
And restlessness is sans rest
Carried on the willful wings of wind
Your whisper like a godsend.
In some corner of some other world
You have stirred from your sleep
Like a ripple in a lake deep.
Dreaming of me perhaps…
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