One more night slipping into
the small hours of the morning
where dreams and truth can merge
and reality is rarely obvious.
Here the stillness is serene, yet disconcerting.
It amplifies the emptiness
present in your absence. I wait
with mounting anticipation of your return,
knowing I cannot surrender to the shadows
and fall into their dreamscapes.
Without a companion
I lay waiting, catatonic,
longing for my guide.