Poems can get
sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing
in the universe.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.

What's a rainy day
without some delicious
coffee-flavoured loneliness?

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.

and changes
its composition.