The night used to sing to me in the quiet hours.
A tune of peace lulling me to slumber.
Shadows fill the spaces in my room.
Dark tendrils wrapping around me.
My struggle is rewarded with exhaustion.
Sleep finds me once more.
Dreams of you fill the spaces inbetween.
Your smile and embrace.
A fantasy given form by loose thoughts.
Something unreal dancing with me under the moon.
A dance that ends with the breaking dawn.
Memories of the pain you inflicted return.
Memories of the dream come to me and fill me with disgust.
The night used to sing to me in the quiet hours.
It will sing to me once more, and all thoughts of you will be but a phantom.
I long for such a song.
The night will sing again.
Quiet-Emerald