Don't Return Me to the Night...

The night was dark...cold...eerie,
loneliness my only ally...
my only reality.
It felt as though I was floating,
drifting aimlessly...without life,
Until his hands found me...

His hands were so soft...gentle...warm,
Reaching me..dragging me into the moonlight,
His eyes were deep...piercing...
I felt for the first time...
that he could see me...
Finally I was not invisible to all,

I remember wanting to kiss him,
Hold him...be with him...
I remember my love swelling,
my heart bursting,
My soul thirsting for the taste of his,
I remember that bittersweet sadness when...
I realized we could only be friends.

Trapped in friendship I watched him,
I stood close wishing i was closer,
I sang songs i could never let him hear,
I cried inside for i never told my love,
I screamed, the world screamed with me,
I wilted like a rose in winter,
I sobbed like the loneliest Nightingale...

Finally...came the day i died...
My prince of the night,
my love and all things gentle,
found out I was gay,
I could bear disgust,
I could bear insults,
I could bear the world turning from me,
But never from him..never him...

He stabbed me...cold steel piercing my heart...
I sank to my knees...
the night enclosed, the moon fled,
and..invisible once more...
I screamed my denial...but none could hear...
He...could not hear...
"Please..don't return me to the night..please..."