Restless Heart

The silent nighttime is the key

to silver feet of poetry.

Soft they whisper on the page,

speaking deafly as a sage.

When the darkness comes alone--

a kingdom with a lonely throne--

fear pours in across the heart.

Staining, never to depart.

Moonlight fades without a sound.

Falling stars are raining down.

Dreams are in the sky above.

Missing someone not in love.

Feelings never seem so cold

than when they have been bound and sold.

Trapped again in black and white.

Like the stars and empty night.

The End

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