Magic Always Ends...

Under the starry sky, I sit alone
I sit alone, like a lost knight.
Humming a lazy tune and
wishing for the night to die soon.

I sit alone, yet in the
company of the cold night.
Faraway, a dog howled and
went behind the veils, the moon.

I sit here, quiet. Quiet,
yet noisily beats my heart.
Breaking the silence,
the breeze began to croon.

I sit here, under the starry sky,  
waiting for the first light.
The breeze sung and with it,
I hummed. I hummed the same tune.

My eyes fluttered again and again.
With sleep, was it's fight.
Forgetting, magic always ends,
I sit here. I sit here, like a goon.