The Question of Night

I have been asked, Why I still stay here Why, if I am so despaired by life Do I not turn to my worshipful death I have been ask And I have never answered in any words but these “I live only for the moments With my mistress , fairest of all the earthly truths You may know her by her name, The fair lady that is Night!” Never do they understand this, Never can they comprehend They don’t see the night as I do They cant feel her cool embrace Her hands of wind Her eyes of fog Her songs of silence Her skins of shadow They think I’m depressed That emotions I suppress Such a humorous thing, In the land of the blind Is it despair to see? ………………………………............... I think not, Although it hurts… Eternity