These Days There Are Nights

There are nights When the moon sits still While the stars float In no particular manner All about the sky Nights When dreams Come to rest Gently Quietly Motionlessly On my shoulders There are nights Outside In the darkness The wind Dances in circles All about earth Calling my name Sometimes There are nights When dreams never come And though I chase them While I sleep They have learned To hide from me Much too well To ever find But these days There are nights That hold nothing more Than promises Spoken in the darkness That tomorrow May Or may not Come