In the Dark of Night

 Fly high oh pretty one,

Wings beat strong and deep.

Close as possible to the sun

The dream,alive, to keep.

Yet somehow, always clouds,

Wrapping around and smothering.

The dream it always shrouds,

Always just out of reach, fighting.

As tho, no matter how strong the wings,

Tomorrow is just as dark and broken.

Look around, no joy the dawn brings,

Yet this seems to remain, hushed, unspoken.

Still we fight on, as tho the tides we can turn,

Who do we think we are, gods, such fools!

Dreams,in our wake, as ashes, burn,

As slowly our desire for life, it cools.

Death, whispers, and entices,

Of such release, could we just land.

And still we judge, falling to its vices,

Slowly we clutch death, it's warm hand.

For when all is black and grey,

A painless tomorrow looks bright.

Death, closes in, and hear it say,

Come with me, it will be alright.