Night In Comfort.

I wish not for morning to come,
The night is so calm,
Tenderly holding my lonely soul in it's palm,
To soften my rough skin when I Sleep applying its balm,
Enticing my weeping heart into deep slumber with sweet psalms,
Unlike its sister Day that ties me down with its charms.

I wish not to see the rising red ball,
For in its malicious yet sweet smile I fall,
To jeer for my weakness it calls,
Turning all my plans and good days foul,
My ego as the daughter of mother earth scattered in the floor,
I wished to be lighter than flour,
That the wind will take me away when it blows,
Now my life has turned sour,
Helpless on the ground am left to crawl on four.

I wish to stay covered by the dark of the night,
Then, hiding my open wounds won't require my might,
Neither will my glimmering light give me fright,
Since the night chose to be my last Knight,
In its abode I wish to rest right,
Perhaps then my dying being will stop these countless fights,
Or won't anymore be afraid of the light.