nightfall.

WHAT DOES THE DAYBREAK BRING?

Juliet wishes for a nightingale;

I insist on living in a world where the lark

Heralds my sleep.

We wish for night everlasting.

I wish to bathe in dreams during day.

At least love cradles her soft (Even, if doomed).

I think of the girl on the floor above,

She sleeps with a love.

They get to hold one another.

Night, day, the cracks between, my hands are empty,

There is an aching in that solitude.

And so in day I try to sleep.

I find a comfort in the quiet of the night and

All the voices are prettier there.

Even when silent, the night holds more glories still.

I wish I could walk on its star-dimmed streets;

In day we may walk, but in night are bottled in,

And yet night holds the beauties still and never,

Never can my heart escape from your love.

There is a potential in your enveloping arms

That can hug me close in the solitude,

In the empty bed, in the lonesome space.

I think it comes from the silence that

Gives me permission to breath

As no one laughs endlessly without me

In the next room.

There is no obligation,

No life outside these breaths of past the midnight chime,

There is a

Freedom.

But the night leaves me longing more-

And falling more-

And I flail in the vastness you erase me into-

I am contemplative at night and in that infinite in the way

I am, oh god, oh god no, so small, so everything, so nothing,

I cannot hold on. And I want, and

I want a tender touch.

I want to run into familiar rooms and

Hold someone tight and tell them thank you and tell them I love you and

Night brings an aching of many loves, you know.

Some call the night a potent passion of

Written words for those unspoken ones,

Where desire lingers, dreams dance in day,

But the earth is scoured like a maze in

Fleetful nights of too much thought

And midnight musings are too grand a pain for art,

Melancholy bitch,

Loneliness incarnate.