The Night calls to me

The night calls to me,
my tired eyes, aching for sleep,
yet the moonlight insists on me keeping it company,
the calls for dreaming are dismissed,
in return I gaze at the stars,
wondering if the gods look down on us,
pity us, envy us.

Blaring headphones,TV's ablaze,
so many distractions vying for my attention,
but the growing darkness sings to me,
a lullaby, lulls me into a full sense of security,
under the blanket of stars I am safe,
cushioned from fatigue, I fight on
warrior of the night.

Eyes begin to flutter, closing, resting,
I fight to stay awake,
the illuminative glow of night,
captivates me, hypnotizes my senses,
taking me higher into the crisp air,
easing me delicately into the warm embraces of my comfy bed,
waiting in anticipation.