The Night

I stand beneath the inky sky,

Gazing up at twinkling lights,

Watching as they dance and fly,

Sparkling through the deepest night.

The air is thick with promise,

With the thrill of things to come,

But as I stand alone and listless,

I can feel the loneliness, like a drum.

No hand to stroke my hair so fair,

No touch to warm my skin,

The bed is cold, my soul laid bare,

Frozen deep within.

The night whispers in my ear,

Promising a chance at love anew,

But the past haunts me, I fear,

And so the bluebird I eschew.

Oh, how I long to set it free,

To feel its wings beat wild and strong,

But instead, I hide it away from me,

Too scared to risk another wrong.

So here I stand, beneath the sky,

Yearning for what I know I lack,

Hoping someday I'll find the courage to try,

And finally, get my bluebird back.