I’m sitting alone tonight,
lamps are turned blue,
perhaps the outside world
thinks it a state of mind.
As my music plays
I suppose it is.
I’m listening to music
echo through the room,
reminding me of yesterday,
speculating sunrise.
If I could travel
where the music takes me,
I might be perhaps transported
to that place we all wonder,
I’d have to wait no longer.
Yet the sky tonight is the same,
a quiet twilight
with a crescent moon.
I’ve told her that before,
I wish I knew
if when she might glance
her windows could paint the same
landscape as the dream,
the fantasy,
the constant reminder
that I am alone,
in this sea of blue.
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