Wistful Vision Poem by Jann Aquarius

This night is so cold.

Only my pillows I’ve got to hold.

How could I sleep tonight without someone I wish to be with?

I will endure the pain tonight as my tears got my pillows wet.

Because I know in my dreams I will never weep.



Tomorrow might be the same.

My night might be cold again.

When will all this things be right?

In my life, the long-awaited sun might rise.

A day of hope would make my life bright.