i awake upon a silent shriek.
i am defeated.
the battle of night has been lost
to a ceaseless tide.
a shuttering twilight - a time to
fall away, to use.
a most fantastic escape,
to dream, to self meditate.
at night, to count a fleeting fox.
an echo of a dying thought.
a song to soothe my ear,
pushing me closer to inescapable calm,
where i cannot always be.
now, in my mind, vanquished.
this is darkness -
it's in dreams where i search
for peace & find an astral home.
this is why i escape, when i can,
at night. i must now go where i
cannot be seen.
it's known that i speak not of a seaside town,
or of a hill in the summer, nor of a crowded
city street, but of a magnificent escape
towards a solitary satisfaction.
cleanse me - but at first, speak to me night.
will your shadows soon pull me away?
can your moon calm my mind as it
has shown itself before it's fall?
in this battle of might, darkness is winning over.
pull me down with your light -
away, now i become apart of you.
an unremitting rest, i now possess.
strength or vision have all gone away -
i hesitate no more.