The Montana night is 

cruel and you are no 

where near 

to protect me 

from its silence.

It stabs 

the essence 

of my soul, 

wresting me 

from my sleep.

Shattering 

your image, 

robbing me 

of holding you 

even in my dreams.

Beside me 

the sheets lay 

undisturbed.

If only you 

were there.

Guarding me, 

sheltering me,

protecting me, 

from the total 

blackness.

Only there

in your arms

will I find

sleep.