Beneath The Quiet Sky Poem by Wangchat konyak

The night has come again,
To quietly listen to my tales.
I often share with her my grief,
Of misfortune and relentless struggle,
And of the failures I've endured.
I recount them, one by one,
— To a listener so kind —
Until my heart feels lighter,
When all has been shared and said,
I drift into a deep sleep
Without a word of farewell.
When I finally open my eyes,
I often find her gone,
Yet she leaves behind - a new dawn.