The night stealeth away
like a thief in the dark.
it creapeth away tentatively
with all my dreams stashed away
in its bag.
the night crawleth by
my pain and my sorrow it drags along.
The night is no song
and I am no choir but
how it does sing my longing out
for the dreaming world I fathom not!
awaiting it vigil I sit still
when the bubbly sun begins to bear
when the morn is born
my tears wont scald no more
and my shredded soul by its rays will be sewn
the night will be sripped powerless
and the dark wont hold piercing blue cries