beauty adorned

lying on my back, I stare at the ceiling.

I lie here in darkness I've come to know so well,
the darkness of those early morning hours when everyone else is sleeping.

lying on my back, I welcome lonely tears,
the tears I've come to know so well.

I am aware of their every movement: roll down my cheeks, trickle past my ears, and fall onto my neck.

drip by drip, over and over again.

I lie here in darkness, the lonely darkness I've come to know so well.

my precious night.