Night’s Company
Night’s Company
Alone, the night beckons to me
Under the yellow lights,
With the cold breeze
Ruffling my hair
Huron’s mellow tunes for the company
Night and I complete the conversations
That was initiated in dreams
Sleepless and tired, yet wide awake
The night sharing the stories
Of horrors and aspirations
Violence and truce
Dreams and Tears
Love and heartbreaks
It had witnessed, while I
From this small lifetime
Share stories of sadness,
And immaturity, coupled with some jokes
That made him chuckle,
“Kids”, he thought, “what a blissful age”
As time flew by, he shared
What he misses the most,
What the light feels like.
To be,
So close to the warmth,
But eternally cursed,
To remain in the darkness.
In this common suffering,
We became friends.
Now, we lie here every day
Under the stars, dreaming
In infinite silence,
Of what the warmth
Would do to us,
If we are ever freed.