Darkness

The moons milky light pierces through the blinds at my window,
And I sigh,
Thinking how lucky I am to be here with you.

Your naked chest moves slowly up and down with every breath,
Your eyes flicker with delighted glee at
The dreams unfolding in your head.

But this is my dream,
And the moon mocks me: we both know you are not really here,
And I am wanting something I can't have.

If I knew how to describe 'longing' in words I would say them to
you,
But I don't.
There are no words, even if I try.

My mouth opens but doesnt speak,
Because I want to believe it's real,
That you are here.

The moon reminds me sympathetically
When her all-seeing glare
Softly lights the space in my bed
Where you aren't.

The inky blackness of the endless night
Comforts me, suddenly whisking me into it's arms,
Carrying me silently and gently into sleep,

Whispering softly in my ear,
And covering me over with it's shadow.
Alone again, but hidden.

The night is on my side.