This poem deserves a bit of an explanation. I couldn't sleep, and this odd line appeared in my head. I just took a note on my iPod and started typing at around three in the morning. Don't know why this came up, but it seems my favorite quote is true. "You never had to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write." Even though I didn't wake up, I just couldn't sleep. Sorry for the delay in this poem. Blocks and writers don't mix. Hope you enjoy! Even if the title sucks.
I see the sun going down beneath the mountains you like
I know the darkness will keep me awake into the long hours
You see the sun going down into a mass of clouds I love
You know the darkness my fear is born of
As the moon rises and disappears as the hours grown to the next day
I stay awake with your words
You stay awake with my replies
The darkness grows deeper as you slip away
My fears grow as you are gone
Tears fall down her cheeks, cold, new tears
Her room becomes a dark mass
The last day of her sanity has gone
Never to be with the one who loved the mountains
Never to see the clouds she loved
Never to see the light saving her from her fear
For as he disappeared
So did her ability to see her world
The last day of sight her only memory
