Night Time

Never have I ever dreamed
A thought as unabashed as this:
Love was not all that it seemed,
Was more of lust, was less of bliss.

Never dared I think before
Upon the nature of the night:
Day’s lion dying midst its roar,
Passing into realms of blight.

Never did I comprehend
These things related in their heart:
How love and darkness, merging, blend,
Link, intertwine and never part.