There is no moon.
There are no stars.
Just blackness staring down at me.
The only heartbeat I feel is mine.
Only my sheets give comfort.
My dream the one will to go on.
The dream to find a harbor from my mind's storm,
to find arms to nestle in,
and gentle loving hands.
Find a safe place to curl up and finally sleep in peace.
The dream is not realized,
so I must take shelter beneath hope:
the one comfort that remains.