Asleep and placid is the night;
save the waking soul for a plight,
seeking from darkness a glint of insight
towards the moment of the peeping light.
Licking the nagging wound in silence
sooths the raw nerves attempting to wince.
Unlike the metamorphosis of echinoderms;
need not be pursued like elusive dreams.
The endless evolution of time takes place
amid mocking sun rays looming to surface
soon to shape the brightened glow of day
whilst a shadow casts upon a fluid hideaway.
Night spell seems like eons away
the only time I draw comfort to say
a silent prayer of longing that someday
I'll outgrow loneliness at the break of day.