Darkness

It's about when your inspired by the night. You know how you can just lay there night after night and start saying a poem in your head as you lay there? This is one of those.

The night brings out the poet in me.

It's as though the ones before me have begun to engulf me.

The twilight beckons me to think, feel, express.

The stars are my inspiration,

reminding me of past lovers,

they remind me of the kisses, the touches and how good it all felt.

The covering of darkness lets me show myself and all of me.

I am able to shed my facade,

and live free in my scars.

These late hours bring the muses about.

These lonely hours let me feel without judgment.

They let me cry freely.

They let me love to no end.

I start to relive the times that allow me to write.

It all depends on this time of silence.

I depend on the night to restore my sanity.

The lonelyness eases my tortured soul.

The dark veil of night caresses me into restless sleep.

Ah, I feel so alive so inspired.

If only these hours could last forever.