The night cloaks the world,
covering it as a blanket covers a sleeping child,
making everything seem so much closer,
in a world where everything seems farther away.
Velvet dreams shadow our eyes,
hiding the pain and sorrow that surrounds us,
coating our thoughts with hope,
only to snatch them away.
Though the darkness teases us,
playing Indian-giver with our hearts,
the night is darkest before the dawn,
when the sun shows your face next to mine.
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