Night's Theft

Poem/Prosish...Night stealing me away...

 The shroud of night crept through the twilight hours,
seeping into the dusky fog's pores,
passing unnoticed, yet accepted, into existence.

Unwittingly, my being departed to him,
no longer present to fill the empty gaps where,
in the daylight, she rested her weary self.

The day had gone, dark had come, where she belonged -
dancing amongst the vine entwined trees,
their entangled, yet watchful arms and trunks.
Leaves inhaling the fragrance of
freedom sifting through the atmosphere.

Attentively watching her every movement,
the moon and stars hung in anticipation,
awaiting the lithe little soul's notice, and...

My encasement remained motionless atop its bed,
wrapped in the warmth of blankets,
arms folded, eyes closed, fingers twirling a pencil,
preparing their written reverence to Night, at her return.

Her imminent return..imminently sad, silent and still;
imminently letting time slumber past,
until Night gently steals the moment,
stealing her away, once more.