Night/My Poetry

Night

To sleep, perchance to dream…

my favorite part of the day, it seems.

To waltz between the worlds and dance

among the stars.

Soaring, plummeting, absorbing

the mysteries whispered

throughout the night,

only to awaken to uncertainty once more.

Questions poised on my lips

as the faint, taunting soliloquies

of the spirits

fade into the morning light.

I mourn.

One day I will sail into the endless night

and return no more-

the forever light will shine.

Cheryl KP

2014