• on the verge of the end
    not knowing what to do
    wishing that something would happen
    to light up this dark midnight sky;

    while the world is sleeping,
    and the moon’s gentle light
    spreads a tranquil calm
    i feel as though i am the last living soul;

    lying in darkness staring into the open,
    dancing gracefully in the shadows of midnight
    a beautiful black butterfly fluttering peacefully
    pierces the darkness with its soft golden edged wings;

    dropping down the sky
    like an angel from the midnight sky
    she wraps me in her arms
    as we glide among the clouds and stars;

    dancing upon the midnight flowers,
    the midnight fairy gleams with light
    watching us from a distance and whispering
    “I just want you to smile like you used to”;

    tossing the coin down
    the wishing well, praying
    it is not an illusion
    i wonder if it is all true;

    as the wind blows into my face
    sitting under the starry night sky
    with the moon singing a lullaby,
    i slowly drift into the realms of sleep;
    has multiple meanings.