The hours of darkness

It is the hours of darkness

All is calm

I do not want to sleep

This is the only time

Which I can use on me

Alone

Where I can truly think

Of you as mine

And me as yours

I can pretend

That modesty keeps us

Apart

And that even though

You are laying far away

You, too, cannot sleep

And perhaps think of me

I know you do not

But during the hours of darkness

I can pretend

That you might

I rest my head upon the pillow

The soft and clean pillowcase

Is a welcoming and familiar thing

In the hours of darkness

Where all vision blur

And change into uncertainties

But I know where I am

And I rest without sleep

During the late hours of darkness

I love to be awake

When all is calm

Darkness