The night envelops me
its tendrils stretching out to embrace
it hopes to console
it has noble intentions
and why not? it has done it before

little does it know that the darkness is no longer comforting
the air contains no warmth
where the heart is empty and without cheer
where the tormented still loves the tormentor
the night is no solace

it brings instead memories of days long gone
of days wasted, of warm thoughts for the loved one
all in vain,

for when the night came it was long and dark
thick and dense,
and although there is light at the other end
it is rarely seen, its warmth rarely felt

Incomplete as much as I may feel
there is nothing that can be done
the feeling must be borne
the night must be braved

one can only hope
that the day will be long and filled with sunshine
and laughter and all things bright

Do you, but, not fear that the day might be too short?
that night may, yet again, rush in with its steely arms
and that it probably loves you so, that it might not want to let go.

Hell, I am an optimist..
and I think I might fall in love with the night!