Midnight Calls for Wistfulness

I watch the street from my little window
The soft allure of a lavender sky
Laden with stars cradling periwinkle
That prosper as the world is drowned by the night

And the moon rises shyly, its light cool and gentle
It brings with it a breeze that smells of the tide
I am alone here, but it does not feel like it truly
Aboard the weary hours of darkness blooming

So I confide in constellations
Lulled by their warm consolation
Listening to Corvus sing his song
My one real friend is the raven
The rest are my imagination, all long gone

The Story Seeds project supports young people to write with the aim of enabling them to understand their own life story – their personal, circumstantial and emotional story and their place, be it geographical, social or imaginative.