A darkness, a darkness.

             glossy eyes laid upon kind, low candlelight,
glowing warm, as a distant heart, a smile
               I sleep before dusk and rise long after dawn;
long shadows, and I cower; short days
and wait
                to hear a beating heart; feel sacred warmth
of an arm, would almost be witchcraft;
             darkness comes, perching like as a stern crow;
in the end it’s all there is; a deep slumber
             hearing echoes sound, glowing like dull glass,
and so, lay in bed, waiting for tomorrow,