A window here again
Where they don't sleep again.
Maybe they thus sit,
Maybe they drink wine.
Or they would not part
Simply the two hands.
There is such a window
In each house, friend.
Window in the night —
Partings', meetings' scream!
Maybe — hundred candles,
Maybe — only three.
And my restless mind
Cannot find its peace.
In my very home
Was begotten this.
Pray, friend, for the sleepless home
Behind a window with a flame!

Such beautiful poetry that captures the essence of sleepless nights and longing. Masterful use of imagery and emotion. 🌙✨