Her
Night cradles me in her arm, Sings me deep silent lullabies. She holds me close & woos with charm, Her passion fills with energies
She weaves stories with me Fiction both old and new. She helps me reel my pride in, She brings my worth onto my knees.
I want to leave her and meet the Day But she is sisyphean and never-ending Just when I gain the strength to break She pecks me on my wretched lips.
Her taste is different every time Every time a unique surprise Her charms as ever-entwining It becomes a hopeless enterprise
I writhe in pain and toss around She enjoys in tragic silence Just when I fall out of her reach She catches my deliverance
But fate is cruel, for Day calls me, He is persistent as she is sublime She slowly fades and clears the way I feel her watch and bid the time.
Almost relieved as she leaves For my humbleness is peasantry. She loves all, and still her touch puts me in worthless agony
She was like a burning wick Her memories last forever, Even when he wakes me I never choose to forget her.
Still, it's not the Night that scares me. For she and I are meant to be. But it's him. The Day. That leaves me reeling Who gives my lonely company









