By the side of the night

Posted: April 24, 2013 in Poetry

I am fickle about things that change.
Night time holds me
 in a prism of suspended reality,
dreaming only of escape.
I tickle the day time,
I taunt and tease.
When the light fades,
I get into bed with darkness.
It holds me 
and I sleep by the side of the night.

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