Good Night Poem by Alexander Foald

As the white spark glows in the skies
Its glowing invites me out to the night
Walking my feet through the winding roads
I end up staring at the front of her house

I’m thinking and wondering to myself
Does she still up on her bedroom shell?
Did she think of me before falling asleep?
Assumptions running wild under the moonlight

We are this close yet it feels so far
And time now seems going on forever
I’m watching her silhouette from afar
Listening to her breathing into her dream

And then I’ll pray to the watcher of our time
That nothing will stop us from being together
And if the chance isn’t suppose to happen
At least I hope she can find someone to hold on