Moonlit Melancholy

I’m tired of wishing
for a dreamy moonlit night
with no other light around me
to diminish the starry sky
and your warmth being
the only feeling around me
and your hand being
the only thing I’d be
holding on to.

Desaturated Sunsets

And now
after a summer of colours
and fireflies
I will bid you farewell,
and with you
the colours will go away,
leaving behind a blazing trail
of words and sounds
and I will collect them
and inject them into my veins
and then I will set out
to see the old desaturated sunsets
over my sleepy, gloomy town.