Night has fallen on the city square
the sky is black but for the Starry Plough
the air is cold but for my breath
the only warmth within me

With darkness the square has changed
no people
no cars
no life

a difference

a limbo

The birds cease to sing
there is silence

The colder it gets
the smaller I become
the night surrounds me
it envelopes me
it is me

Will the morning ever come?