Dawn Do Not Rise Poem by Elia Michael

I do not want the night to end
Let moon and stars forever shine
And help my damaged heart to mend
Diminishing this grief of mine

Oh Dawn do not rise, do not wake
For soon the sun becomes so hot
It burns and does not soothe or take
Away this sorrow I have got

Its light is harsh and sears my brain
It glares in rude intrusive ways
I rather would have gentle rain
Which softly falls than such a gaze

Mysterious shimmering light
Of stars and moon do stay with me
I am a creature of the night
That is how I am meant to be

Oh Night my only faithful friend
I want to look at heaven's forms
For thus my spirit does ascend
From sorrowful and troubled storms