This as with the other I just read seems to be a bit different style from much of that which I've seen from you in the past. A different mood, softer and speaking of a more human kind of love yet still celestrial and fanticiful in flavor. Quite a nice read.
Ahh, somewhere she's lies sleeping.. Completely fine and oblivious to the fact that you are not. It reminds me of a song.. Talking To The Moon.. No similarity in the words, just the feel.
I stay awake at night praying that just once you're thinking of me too... I told another writer just today that desire usually leaves no survivors... Must be in the air these days.
i see the transformation of day to night in this and the beauty in the process..how it brings about peace and mythical creatures appear from hiding to lavish in the mystery and beauty of night..how they celebrate it with people unaware..i also imagine someone who can't find be at ease despite the peace that night brings yearning to feel the warmth on the bed beside his wife and yet sleep keeps evading him
just my interpretation about it