There's something to be said for quiet nights,

And the comfort of a solitary bed

That lend themselves to peaceful dreams

When the heat and light have ebbed out of the day.

In that slow drowsy time appears my dark companion

Who only visits at this time of night.

Bitter, sweet, and warm,

A suitable description

For someone not so easily defined.

He sits with me out in the midnight air,

To speak to me of life and pain that mirrors mine,

In a harsh rasp

Like a layer of new cashmere over threadbare

velvet.

He lingers until dawn raises her pink curtain

Then finally, I sleep.