Deep in the night, the thoughts run wild.
The feelings swirl and converge...
a twisting mass of needs, desires, pain, yearning.
So many other things that dare not be spoken,
and deep in the night is their time to visit.
Wishes and dreams that get pushed beyond reach
during the light of day...
things that are far too fanciful for consideration
become nearly attainable, or unbearably out of reach
in the blackness of the night.
Deep in the night, I sit in the dark, and I peek at my dreams,
before I shut the box, once again.
