Good Night

I have always wanted to lull myself in the solace of the evening. It frees me from the bondage of sorrows I have felt during the day. An escape from the madness of being tied down awake, dreaming with eyes wide open. And yet, it is you I think of while I vanish into nothingness. I think of you lying here beside me while I whisper sweet nothing into your ear as I feel your soft skin against mine. As I indulge myself with the sound of your laughter and drown myself in the mystery of your eyes. But I know you are not here beside me. If there is anything I feel, it is only the coolness of the air encompassing my very being in this my inevitable solitude. You are not here. I can only dream of my lips on yours. Holding your hand in the night, feeling the warmth it brings. Now there is no difference whether it is day or night for they are both waking dreams. Should I hope? I guess not. But I do. I do not know what made me dream of you but I am glad I did and still do. I hear faint echoes of the song I sing for you as we danced in my dream. But when will the time come when it is your lips I will be kissing good night and not this misery that puts me to sleep? When will the time come that I will be waking up and it is your eyes I will first see? When will the time come when I will not need to wish you good night but rather kiss you on your forehead and squeeze your hand tight inside mine? And when will the time come when I will fear no dream because I am right there beside you dreaming forever? What will forever be if not with you? When will the time come when all I would do is tell you how much I love you? When that time comes, death will have no power over us. For it is then that eternity will begin with but words.