The night holds me
in her warming embrace.
Caressing me softly
and bringing me peace.
In the darkened blues,
the shimmering moon.
The love it issues
like a celestial muse.
The night welcomes me,
gives me space to rest my feet.
It talks softly, sweetly,
and holds my gaze
when our eyes meet.
She asks me to stay,
listen to the silence
of the late hour,
but I fear any silence
will quickly be devoured.
The night holds open
arms to let me in,
she pulls me close
into her world I spin,
wrapped in her
silky purple dress,
I fall into the night, as she holds my breath.
I fall into the night, as she takes my heart
and pours in enough love to give it a start.
The night holds her arms wide apart,
always there with hope to impart.
The night holds me,
In a soft delicate dance,
se sways in the darkness,
as I hold her hands.
She swirls in the shadows,
a silhouette of beauty.
I fall into the night
and I feel hope flow through me.
She asks me to stay
and I say,
I'll always be here
at the end of the day
when the light
slowly fades and fizzles away.
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