Night's Cloak © Poem by Roann Mendriq

When I was but a little child,
I shied from darkness of the night;
that seemed to drown me and reviled
the simple joys of pure sunlight.

And now I'm grown (though hardly wise)
I long for darkness to enfold
me in its blank and soft disguise;
Safe from being cursed, controlled.

Its soothing, calming, sensuous cloak,
engulfs in silken embrace;
I close my eyes and gently soak
it in to hide my weeping face.

And every night, bowed with distress,
I succumb to darkness' sweet caress.