Darkness, my love
She peers at me through the glass..
She keeps me from the world. She is rightly hated.
But as the end of night comes to pass
A lavender twilight awaits, which darkness has created.. for me
I don’t notice. I slumber through the morning breeze.
She runs to her shadows, afraid to wake me and invite my ire
She knows not that my reverie will rudely cease
As the sun slowly moves higher
Soon there is light everywhere, but darkness lingers on
Hoping to catch me smiling as I move under the shade
Darkness, like a doting lover waits, though the day is long drawn
For it’s from this waiting and hating that love stories are made