Full dark no stars

only a  baby moon

scratches a smiley

in my line of sight.

The wounds are not raw

not anymore

only a thin scar that flares

stretches tight

wanting to know

with barely a glimmer

of hope

that you were somehow right.

Full dark no stars

when you wake

from your nightmare

bathed in sweat and fright…

Remember, somewhere

someone lies waiting for you

patient and still..wishing you darkness,

only darkness… every night.