Realizations

Realizations

Late nights, long nights…
They’re the hardest part of this place.
When time dwindles and slows with the darkness of night,
And the soul is stretched over the dull blade of doubt
That has carved your place into the bed where I lay.
Here molehills become mountains.
Here the mind is free in all the terribleness that it brings.
Given to roam, to torment, the mind is a terrible thing
On these late nights, long nights.
The silvery silhouette of the silent moon
Illuminates that place where you ought to be,
And soon in fanciful dreams you are there
As the silver light shines on your golden eyes.
Were it perchance that I’d wake to see the dream come alive,
Then sleep and dream would be easy,
But now that you are gone, the night stretches on.
The late nights, long nights…