Night

The night
She is my friend
Here with me
Always waiting, patient

The night
She is my lover
Holding me
Always intimate, touching

The night
She is a temptress
With her dreams
Always so real, teasing

The night
She is your shadow
Separated by light
But always true, following

This night
She is a messenger
A whisper from you
Always pleasant, indulgent

Alas, this darkness
She cannot be you
Though she never pretended
To be less lovely, or beautiful

This night
She holds my heart
Incomplete
Like a shadow without the light