Nights

Night cometh, 
-With the absence of you-
It wakens a loathing for the era
And there in it I whisper-
Day shall come, it shall
With the presence of you-
And though it crawls, at slowest pace
I hurry to it, to your air
Feeling presence in all that you held
And in all that touched- was warmth
Ember -warmth that swallows cold
A cold that cometh with the night-

Now the good days all gone
And feelings wilt- as you fade
And ash, halt the desires of day
That night- bringer your absence longed
And upon then- the desire of night cometh
O beautiful night- never leave-
For there in slumber-full of dreams
My only warmth
And there in slumber- that heeds thee
My only peace-