This dark house

I wonder what I'm doing here.
Here, in this house by myself.
I walk from room to room,
and find no other soul, but
my own, in all the mirrors.

It's raining outside the windows.
Cool, spashing, rain.
I walk out on my balcony,
spread my arms wide,
and inhale the wet night.

Sheets of lightning in the distance.
Soft thunder rolls in from far away.
I close my eyes, hoping to
open them in a different place.
Someplace with light, and life.

My mind is tired, and I'm sleepy.
So I walk to my lonely bed,
and lay my head on a cool pillow.
I hope my dreams are more forgiving
than the mad thoughts I had today.

Noise from the world lolls in
through my windows, and my
open balcony doors.
Light traffic sounds, birds, sirens,
and an airliner full of people overhead.

I can't keep my eyes open anymore.
I can feel my body relaxing,
letting go to sweet, welcome, sleep.
It's like letting go, and falling off
the edge of the cliff we all see.

Bring me peace, dreams of mine.
Take me to a happy place.
I want to forget this dark house,
and the rain in the night.
I tire of being alone.