Tonight, the Sky Goes Missing!

The skin of 3.00 AM

reflects hours of discord.

Discord between absent words

and sleepless abstractions.

A difficult touch

ripples with disbelief,

as I stroke the surface

of an inner lonesomeness.

How I resonate a resistance

for dreams that lead forth!

Bring me back the gentleness.

Bring me back the light.

Bring me back,

a new dawn.