Working only in the night,
dreaming in the morning,
No sun in sight,
It feels good,
to see that winter,
has copied me by.
Only the moon,
bright, so alone,
seems not to care too,
about the void around.
And even in the cold,
as fire burns to ashes,
not even it seems to care.
Everything more dark,
as time passes by,
because so dark,
is the outside,
when light is behind.
May I become able,
to watch myself sometimes,
close in me,
behind my eyes,
to see this wonderful light,
that faintly helps,
showing me up,
the way I’m discovering.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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