and it ends

the time in between 

the night and day 

when the sun gets tired 

and the moon wakes 

i sit and stare 

what will i dream of

when i tire? 

maybe it will be 

the time we got lost

and couldn't find our way 

back home in the 

warmth 

or maybe 

it will be the 

same dream i have every 

night 

when i fight 

the hoards off with 

a single smile and

it ends