The endless shadowy nights are hard to spend
but still I wait for darker night to arrive
when the goddess of night, Nyx sits by
my side caressing and combing the tangles
from my ashen hair, envelops me in her
shady mysterious grasps.
Over many sips of melancholic wine and
gulps of memories I narrate to her the day’s tale
midst many picks and puffs of smoke.
I bare my heart and pull out the agonizing
twines of soul before the mighty dawn
breaks and dispels us both.
Random details of trails I took, trudged on lanes
unknown, while she heeds to the
whispers of my soul stroking the sooty
hair, balms the inflicted heart sores, I tell her
how again he never came home.
She gently wipes the cascading saline tears
with her dusky veil, while I tell her how
day’s light causes me so many woes all
that which she already knows.
I urge her to hurry before scorching
red hot day again arrives,
smiling she replies don’t worry after
dusk, It’s only me who thrives
Knowing that magical things
only happen at night, she went
flying on her ebony wings.