Love against the Night @ 6:30 AM

If tonight, the world can sleep
this restless shadow of mine,
awake,
will keep watch over you, love.
No sad lullabies of
sycamores and breeze
can lull a fluttering heart
to dream.
The days are clear as running water,
but the black night shall
rise in greed
to steal you in your sleep.
Stay.
We'll lay with a shroud,
covered in need of each other.
The warmth of cotton
will feel like the liberated
rays of the sun
the darkness has managed to erase.
Somewhere, we'll race
another twelve hours of the
watchful moon,
until, until, until
the night lets us go.

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(I think I am slowly getting my poetic tongue back. :] )

Labels: contemplation, Poems