quiet lonely midnights
radio emitting soft jazz
and low wattage bulbs
washing your bedroom
like the streetlamp
that beams on to the street below.

when the sun returns
it brings with it noises,
birds of the morning,
cars commuting to
their everyday prisons,
and a bright light
that penetrates you.

enter the day,
but await midnight,
where there is no noise
or violating light,
just silence and darkness
that envelops your world
and swallows your soul whole.