Sleep comes too swift
without you there to guard me
from it's soft
embrace.
Alone the darkness
rests dull upon my eyes
no gleam of
swift moving knives
to interrupt the dark.
No gleaming knives this night
to delay my rest
no cold kiss of
steel
against my skin.
To make me turn from slumber
to find a
hinted smile
looming in the dark.
Guarding me from sleep.
Yet unguarded, sleep evades me
stretches night to eternity
with the
memories of gleaming night
of silk and steel on skin.
Alone I seek for
sleep
which comes too swift.
fogs the thought of
nights more
lively,
shared with steel.
Sleep is what I do
when the darkness
doesn't gleam.
