MIDNIGHT RITUAL

(A short piece)

Aren’t you tired sparkling enough?

Sometimes I wish we could sit together,

And talk ... about the nothingness.

You’ve been here for so long,

Getting folded, shying away,

From a brighter light every morn,

And yet you wait

In the deafening silence

Only to bring about new hopes

And pour them into the mantel

Of our dangling little lives.