The Night Does Not Wish To Come

The Night Does Not Wish to Come

So that You can not come

and I can not go

But You will come with your eyes

burned by the Rain.

The Day Does Not Wish to Come

So that You can not come

and I can not go

But You will come thought blinded

by Darkness

Neither Night nor Day wishes to come

So that I may Die for You and for me.......

I wrote this poem so long ago that the scrap of paper I wrote this on has yellowed with age. To be honest I only remember writing the ending of the poem and then misplacing it and forgetting about it only to have it resurface. It has since become one of the works I am proudest of. Even if the only commendation is in my mind, I love this poem