He awakes with a start
a tremor running through him
yet all is silent at the midnight hour
when the world sleeps
and the darkness keeps
a silent vigil

He longs for a companion
to ease the terror that he feels
yet his pride will keep
his voice from calling out
and he wonders if he dare
go out and face the night alone

Imagination spins his mind
and all that was familiar finds
a way to cast a shadow dark and deep
while nocturnal rhythms keep

a sense of dreaming while awake
Will he open to his soul and take
a chance?
Will he let go and finally dance

the night away
or will he pop another pill
or down yet one more drink and stay
the way he is…?

?Michaelette?