The Whispers of Nights Eternal

Each night I look on in uncomprehending silence,
Listening to the soft noises of souls
Rejoicing in the Darkness,
Singing their song to a god that may
Or may not exist.

Each night I hope for something to change,
And yet reality reminds me that
A single day accomplishes
Little in the expanses of
A searching heart.

Each night I pray for a dream
That whisks my sleeping mind off
Into your strong arms, held tightly
In an embrace that we would never
Wish to forgo.

Yet each night simply slips by,
Fading into the silence of Dawn, where
Dreams evaporate quickly with the sunlight
And prayers float heavenwards-
Falling on Deaf ears.