It’s midnight and my heart misses its beat,
Coz she is sleeping and
there are thousands of miles in-between,
Unaware of my loneliness, my emptiness,
She is unaware of my situation, my restlessness,

As the night pass before my eyes,
I think about her,
Worry about her;
I am such an anxious lover,
My fate not better than the cigarette,
Burning in my fingers; only meaningless,

There she is,
Beautiful; Her face glowing,
Sleeping like a child, her slow breathing,
If wishes could come true,
I could sell my soul for free,
If for once, just once I come in her dream…
-N2S
06102015