Guest Writing: Poem De Heart

O Night, where are you?
My heart runs deep in the twilight,
groping for my reviving air,
dismay and determined at the same time.
In darkness I fumble, the illuminated zeal I press on confidently.
Distressed of my abandoned self, yet for a shortness I know.
Cos' dawn break soon and I will see,
my air yonder fair.

---- De Ernest Seeker