Treasured Dreams

I don’t fear the night
As it comes writhing in
And embraces me 
In its welcoming arms. 

The whisper of darkness
Anchors my dreams 
When they’re soaring
Through the opaque
Mist of my mind.

Treasured memories
Edge into my soul,
Fueling dormant desires
Aching to be set free again.

I fear the light
And its insistent sunshine
As it kisses my body awake
With warm strokes of a new day, 
And I fight the consciousness.

I need the darkness to
Encase me in its warmth, 
As serene dreams
Entice old whispers.

I don’t want to wake
To the loneliness
Of tomorrow
Where the memory
Of us has faded,
Like a ghost in the mist.