It’s really dark outside, and night,
there seems no sense to life, no sound, as all is dead
and wears the colour black in mourning now.
But after a short while, the eyes adjust and I can see
some different tones in grey. No shapes. It is enough
for reassurance though, that life is still around somehow.
If there is sense to it or not, I should not care,
at this hour, I should sleep. Not be aware.
Still, yes I am awake and shall be till the morning glow.
There is no sense to night, and as I rise, I know exactly why.
The bed looks promising, just waiting for a chance
to prove it has a use. Sleep, oh I miss you so!