Let The Night Not Wait


This might seem ridiculous, but I wrote this as a line for a rather charming friend. The last two lines just refer to someone logging off chat and going to sleep. Go figure.

Eyes that remind moonlit midnights
to flash anew in ironic points of light,
While quick, supple limbs dart ahead,
Like Dervishes whirling carelessly around crashing epochs.

Morning in her orient chamber,
Dulls beside your early glow
And midnight fails with arrogant envy,
To match your nightlock hair.

The Last Minute of the First day beckons,
and finite dreams await your warm presence,
I stand here, beseeching you to stay with the me in the light,
But then I remember to not fight fate.
Go ahead... Let the night not wait