Night
Night
Clear sky
Broken Moon
Cats eyes
Comes too soon
Night
Dark room
Thoughts turn into dreams
The mind's eye looms
Nothing is quite what it seems
Night
Different sounds
Heart beat slows down
Pulse quickens as temperature falls
Strange feeling here
Night hunter calls
Night
I see in the dark
My hair stands straight
Moisture settles on my palms
My muscles ache
I see your face
Night
Somehow I know
You're holding back
Refusing to go
Night
You watch me sleep
You guard my soul
You wait for me
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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