If found a room, once filled with light. Now gloomy, I guess it lost its joy. The walls are lined with a thousand faces and each one reminds me of you. Once radiant, now forgotten, so far away and Saturnine. That what is written in the stars, perhaps I should let it be. Perhaps this time You are not meant for me. Perhaps all I can do is wait, endure it, night and day. At night, In faith I lay awake Knowing that my light reaches the one for who it's meant to be. Or perhaps one day beneath a velvet sea of shining stars, One day you will sail to Me. #london #mooddujour #poetry #poems #instapoet #mylifeinwriting #words #littlestoriesofmylife #johnsoane #architecture #art #neoclassicism #poetofinstagram #traditionalism #seaofstars #stars #loveisallyouneed (at Lincoln's Inn Fields)