“existential thoughts in the middle of the night”

Midnight unbuttons its velvet coat,  
Spilling stars like silver seeds—  
I lie awake, a quiet note  
Struck in the hush of secret needs.  

The ceiling’s canvas shifts with shade,  
Moonlit brush strokes on my wall.  
A cosmos, vast and half-conveyed,  
Echoes questions, heavy, small.  

Who am I, within this hum—  
A pulse, a thought, a fleeting spark?  
The universe, immense and numb,  
Cradles me lost inside the dark.  

Time unspools like an endless thread  
—I gather moments, one by one—  
Wondering if the paths I’ve led  
Matter, when each day is done.  

What sails my soul beyond my name?  
Is there meaning past the sigh  
Of breath and worry, hope and flame,  
Or merely stars to watch me lie?  

Yet gentle night, you softly say:  
Each heart must wander, bold, confused—  
In questioning, we find our way,  
And live because we are bemused.  

So I accept the silent wild—  
The doubts that visit after light—  
And drift to dreams, a curious child  
Embraced by questions in the night.

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