The quest for night became an 
for daytime leant itself to
torment; ebbing to the 
forefront of her ceaseless
But in the dark,
solace wraps
its calming, quiet arms around
her, singing soft lullabies like a 
tender kiss…
This rapture of dreamy sleep
does not come easy, and is
regarded in the early morning
light as a precious and
unexpected gift.
A satisfied smile and a cat-like 
stretch of contentment are
fleeting as the ebb of 
conjured-up-evils begin their
slow but constant descent
back into their woeful nest.