This hour ends

I wish now, to caress your gentle smile with my own

To hold in my embrace, the warmth of your touch

To cry into your soft love, and seek within it, my own self

Or, perhaps, to just stand by your side,

Holding hands, and looking around

To see a perfect world mould, from ashes that once were

By accord of its own

As if the Lord above could see, and finally bless

This Love that He once did fear.

I open my eyes then

And look around to see,

The deep blue night, and its darkness imposed

Because the Moon above cares for me no more

Telling me, sardonically, with its profound absence

Of this wretched Hour that Time speaks of

And so, I cry silent tears

My love, I do yearn

But can live these moments no more

So through this night, through this Hour, wish to sleep, to escape

To rise tomorrow, for you

By your side

When I can

This sleepless night stirs

With visions of forever, and sounds of the restless around me,

I cover my eyes and pretend sleep

Only to be disturbed by the winged caresses of this wonderfully patterned moth

And awaken me, she did

Beckoning me to rise, and follow

Through dark passages that forever did surround, did she lead me

Guiding me through, her soft glow defiant against the night

Touch gently upon these walls, also, did the tender light of my friend

Blazing, ever so dimly

With reflections of all I have seen

In the night of this Hour

But the pain of the memories writ upon these walls, that flicker, even with my heart

Do fade away, subdued

By the grey lull reflected off the motherless night, that I, with awe, do see once again, as we step out, away from yesterday

And once again, am filled with hope

As I, spellbound, see my friend fly into the night, to become one with the eternal stars, to help soften this night

To help see, you, by my side...