Late Night Poem by jhowel mendoza

Late night I am still at my door waiting.

The ring of my favorite, to hear from

You. I long for this to hear this ringing.

And my longing still unbearing till I hear

The sounds of my dream.


I pay the price of waiting.

It is heavy, as the burden of Atlast is heavy.

The only gitf of the night, to hear the nicest

voice of the midnight nymp.

And her voice is clear, a crystal of the late

night.


She is far she said, far at the late night

Too far to reach, too far to fetch.

But like the late night be over.

My waiting for her will never.