Lead Me Back To Twilight

Lately sleep evades me
my eyes they seldom close,
I wish they would shut out the night;
delight in sweet repose.
These dark wee hours hold nothing new
my eyes would wish to see,
so why won’t they just let me dream
a dream of her and me.

Instead they face the darkness
in some eternal stare,
and wait for all the ghouls and ghosts
that haunt the corners there,
facing every spectre,
who’s itching for a fight,
reminding me the darkest hour
comes just before the light.

The light of course arrives once more,
as an old forgotten friend,
reaching out a hand to me
a hand that few extend
and for a while the darkness
is banished from my sight
and oh so many wonders;
lead me back to twilight.

©️ 2021 Lathen Griffiths