A night of wonderous gloom
The clock tick 12, a midnight noon
A girl in the room is wide awake
Gets out of bed, she trembles and shakes
Outside as she looks to the glistening moon
Suddenly something feels wet against her cheek
She moves her hand to wipe away a tear
So mild, so meek, yet stronger than weak
She release the rain that she's held inside
That has punctured through her subtle cloud
A vision dreamed, but crowned by doubt
The clock strikes one
She hears footsteps behind her
Feels a hand on her shoulder
Now someone holds her
When she turns around to see him
Just a vision of what was or what wil be
She does not know
But right now he is just an image
That she longs for
An image of what she had, lost and regains
And that image gave her the most subtle hope
So slowly, as the clock struck two
She fell asleep, dreaming of him
Happiness in dream underneath the moon
But still from beneath her sleeping eye
A tear of minded gloom
A tear of sadwater blue

Alandra Nicole Moreira

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