The shades start fading like a gentle whisper
tenderly as when she closed her eyes
it’s the coldest hour before the day breaks
it’s getting time to wintersize

Loneliness is not the worst of feelings
there’s no need to make it go away
rather use it like an invitation
I make myself some coffee in the grey

No Night has 24 Hours


Every moment is a tiny island
mine is covered with eternal snow
breathing in the first scent of the morning
the sky’s been turning into indigo

No Night has 24 Hours


Now I’m stepping out into the sunlight
crisp and fresh a new day on its rise
it fills me up with joy and estimation
just like when she opened up her eyes

No Night has 24 Hours
No Night has 24 Hours

No Night Has 24 Hours

songsmith.
wherever i am , i am what is missing.

Kurt J. Moser