Touched by...

Don't know why and how, but nights strikes me.

Timeless space for feelings to setttle and thoughts to sprout.

To imagine something good.
A feeling, somehow this longing, a fantasy of soft and hot.

Being close, always the perfect cure.

Never get enough, rising sun's here way too soon.
Stubborn light makes it useless,

but I keep on ask the black to please come back!

Will try to shout out silence

in a darkbright morningnight.