I watched the inky silhouettes
As night descended and undressed,
And I lied rooted in forgetfulness,
Gazing at the lustrous moon of romantic restlessness.

And hushed by the midnight echoes of hopefulness,
I closed my eyes to the winking stars of loneliness,
Soothed by the wafting winds of mild caress,
I said farewell to the playful waves of friendliness.

And then desires swirled in my heart of eagerness,
And I innocently wished upon the varnished sky of deceitfulness,
To send me a handsome prince of flawlessness,
Who’d rescue me from my state of unhappiness.

But alas, I was misled by my unwariness,
And I did not get my wish,
For I’ve learnt that sometimes dreams can be notions,
Filled with naught but emptiness.