I love the night,
She is my faithful friend,
She lets me wrap
Her beautiful curves –
So tight around
My lonely sadness.
I love the morning fog,
Safely hidden,
I disappear
Inside my tears.
But the fierce glare
Of daytime,
Finds me
Waiting for her
To come…
Because in my darkest,
Stillest hour,
She gives me up –
The sound of an owl
Softly calling…
Outside the window to my home,
Because she knows –
That no one
Should ever,
Ever
Be left completely
Alone.
Tim Barritt. 8.7.07.
Earth Angel 181