Hour after hour, this lonely night,
I turned the leaves of poetry
And watched the driftwood in the fire,
And sought to bring you close to me;
Hour after hour, I read and watched
The pale moon riding down the sky
And filled my heart with written words,
As fragile, transient as a sigh...
Lost is the night; our song was not
In all the beauty that I read...
Lost is the night; the deepest love
Remains forever unsung... unsaid...
So many times I have found myself lost in words on lonely nights, searching for something to fill my soul. Your writing is lovely.
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