Soft Starlight

How many more quiet moments, like tonight?

Sitting by the window, the city burning bright?

Coffee and writing, and soothing music so late?

Will it all burn down? Is that everyone’s true fate?

 

A break, to look at pictures of  celebrity crush.

Dreaming silly fantasies, in the dark night hush.

In a year, will I be on the run, another goddamn war?

Countrymen against countrymen, like so often before?

 

How many more quiet moments, like tonight?

Hot coffee, my laptop to write on, soft starlight.

How long will I be able to dream of that crush?

As all the fires engulf us, in our bitter, myopic rush.

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