Split Sides

When Night Is Not Night Enough

It's 1:42 in the morning

And I lie awake in bed.

No noise to disturb me,

But mere darkness alone

Is not enough to put me in slumber.

I lie on my chest,

My head on a pillow

And my arms around it,

But it's no use.

I stare at the dimness

And try to conjure you

From my thoughts.

I yearn to plunge

Into the vast oceans in your eyes.

I construct a vision

Of us surrendering to the night,

Nary a word to spoil

Such a tender spell.

The night becomes my canvas,

As I turn to my fantasy

To draw up your grace and energy

In this ungodly hour.

With my pillow I dream of you,

My anxious hands

Flowing through your kinetic skin,

In a cocooned embrace.

My ear lies right on your chest

Seeking your muffled heartbeats,

A reassurance that the night manager

Won't dare steal the lamp

That illuminates the cave

To guide the lost.

I push through the barriers of space

To steal me away and take me to you,

Wherever you may be.

When the blazing sun chases the shadows away

I hanker for that moment,

To awake in your sheltering arms

And to be in awe of that contented smile

You innocently wear in your sleep.

I wish to stretch that part a thousand,

Right till the first rays hit your eyelids

As you awake to another day.

It is true that distance make hearts grow fonder,

But it is also true that distance

Isolate thoughts from action.

When night is not night enough,

The endless silence can make

The burning flame of love seem so far away.

And for that I can only embrace

The very idea of you instead.