A Friend Of The Night Poem by Alexander Foald

In the night of boredom
A falling star goes down
To the place where my heart goes
And stay until the sun rises

She can be a dream I had long ago
And now it feels too much of a reality
She can be everything I have known
Yet I never understand what I see

Beautifully blossom, a child of heaven
Things can be born under the bad sign
I have no luck since my father left me alone
And the world seemed alive on its own

Until I came on into her room
Nights never wake me up again
Wonderful times and joyful lines
I don’t want to wake up anymore