Nocturne

What is it you think of me, 

dear darkness?

Am I worthy of your embrace?

I deprive myself of rest and wait

So I can learn to love

the rhythm of your song

the curve of your spine

the stillness of your heart

the chill of your touch

Am I worthy of that much?

Am I anything at all?

Whether we dance, guided by moonlight

Or I turn to ashes during the sun's rise

I will forever yearn for the night

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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