Each night, she longed for his arrival,
counting down the moments in her head.
Another sleepless night,
more dreams never dreamed.
As she lay in bed, waiting,
he marked his presence with his spindly beams.
They flooded through the windows,
reflected, and filled the room with his familiar glow.
The sounds of the night were the soundtrack
as shadows of leaves danced on the floor.
Tired eyes relaxed,
a sigh of relief exhaled.
She rose and tiptoed to the window,
eager to see him once again.
He cast his light upon her,
and embraced her with his electric hug.
In awe, she studied him closely
and wished she could touch him with her hands.
Tonight he shone round and full,
more brightly than she had ever recalled.
Mesmerized by the celestial magic,
she longed to understand his power.
Against the inky backdrop,
everything seemed to stand still.
She was lost in that moment,
and time ceased to exist.
He made her feel small,
a minute speck in the universe.
But in these moments,
she felt brave.
There was no more fear,
no more limits.
She could do anything,
and ideas swirled through her mind.
The hours ticked by,
but still he stayed.
Her welcomed friend,
her midnight visitor.
As his glow began to melt into the night,
she knew their time was drawing short.
So she tucked away his messages,
deep inside her heart.