The bewildered night settles into silence,
where my thoughts wander—
and drift toward you.
You will see my worth.
As I dream of seeing you,
like a blind man aching for light.
As I long for your voice,
like a deaf man craving sound.
Give me a pen—
and you will see my worth.
Time will bend to me,
the night sky will stand as witness,
and I will write from dusk till dawn—
to you,
for you,
because of you.
