Companion of The Night
nightly sky, dream beneath the twilight sky
the dreamline is run, but soon run dry
we need another nightmare tonight
black flower, dreamt I saw the darkest rose
storming wild the garden but silent as ghost
like a drug she calls to me
then we brought some wine and some glass of cups
we watch the gloom paint the sky grey
while she laughs and dance through the field of grave
as the end of the day, the northern sky burn up some light
and i guess, yes we will be alright
poem by Rivaldi Prasetyo
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