The wind howls at my window,
Like wolves in the woods.
Demons upon my walls in shadow
From branches outside the panes.
Darkness comes early, haunting; cold,
Making the night longer.
Mysterious dreams in sleep unfold,
Causing my heart to beat too fast.
I awaken, startled, frightened and wary.
Hope has faded in sleep,
But now, awake, new hope I carry.
Waiting, still, for morning’s light.
Too oft the nights seem so long
Without your arms to hold me.
But when you appear I know I was wrong
For you were never far away.
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