PitchBlue

The day is curling up in the embrace of the night.

I am sitting on my window seat being a captivated audience.

The wind makes me cold, and I wish I could curl up in bed with the darkness.

But I can’t go to bed.

Not yet.

Not until I see the moon where the sun was.

Not until the blue and black mix up to make me warm.

I will go sleep in a while when the stars will come to sight

and the darkness finally will see me whole.

I will go fall asleep only when darkness invites me with open arms.