This Cruel Night

A nightmare tracked me through the night,
hunting me down and dragging me into the day.
Now I'm forced to think of life without you,
always sober, no longer drunk on you,
with a heart leaping and tumbling
to the pit of my stomach.
I would have no happiness to spare,
for it would be reserved for memories of you..

I don't know why I dream such dreams
or how they find their way around my head.
Perhaps they perch on shadows,
waiting to pounce on the smallest doubt or fear
and edge it into my sub consciousness.

Without you, all seasons would be winter
and if the sun refused to smile,
then the world would burst into tears
and the willow continue to despair.
When I try to imagine a dawn,
the colours seem of little consequence
and not very bright.
Please reach out from the darkness
and touch me with the morning,
to chase away this cruel night.

? Christine Magee 2004