The Long Night Poem by Penni Currie

The night is long
so long.
The days don't get any clearer.
My thoughts don't get any easier.
Understand
me. Understand they
are always in my thoughts.
Like distant lights.
Sometimes dim,
sometimes bright.
The rain.
Cuddling in
like a snake.
A boa constrictor.
Gently wrapping himself
around you
before crushing your life out.
The fox.
Cunning, but not cunning enough,
stops, waits.
Runs when you get too near
but will be caught in the end,
and someone will get hurt.
Then my Moth,
our minds touched
but perhaps it was too much
He knows
the way I feel. He can read me
but does he understand?
Do I?
My dragon
so solid, so stable.
Breathes fire into my life.
Wants so much,
but is scared to take it.
There is a maiden tied to the stake
by her own bonds
of wanting.
But still he sits in his lair
just watching.
The Horse, so proud,
too proud for me.
Too wild, too unsettling,
too free.
But still I love him,
hate him,
love him.
The sharp claws of the cat,
when trapped in a corner,
disappear when treated with love,
and kindness.
Too tight to get involved,
But he knows I know.
We both understand
each others pain.
The night is long, it gets longer still.
The road home winds through the night.
Home with my thoughts,
My troubled thoughts.
Where everything is waiting for me.