Lying down under this beautiful starry night
Fills me with a quiet kind of happiness.
Alone on this silent hilltop,
A glowing lantern beside me,
My favorite book in hand —
It’s the scene I always dreamt of.
For once,
I’ve stepped away —
From responsibilities,
From the noisy world,
From people and their expectations.
Here I am,
Feeling the warmth of the lantern’s light,
Letting it remind me
That a simple, peaceful life is still possible.
This silence.
This natural breeze.
This soft glow.
This time with myself —
It’s all I need right now,
To hope again.

I settle down to bed,
I'll read or sleep or write
Or not

I'll write if they do, I'll work because they have,
I'll use there inspiration as a sign to find my own, to write my life or a story or my thoughts on them,

As, if they can write so can I,
They write a story I'll write a poem,
They wright a thousand words and I'll write one.

They write to us, to me
I will write to them, a compliment,
I will write to be seen or read as by only me,
For I am alone, weather I am seen or no,
I am alone

So I will sleep tonight as I have read and they have write,
We both sleep, alone and tonight.