While the Owl Calls

Oh, the break of morning's light
it is such a terrible sight.
When the stars play
may as well be my day
because you are in my nights
I can forget how lonliness bites.
My world can be only the rich brown of your eyes
I could forget each of tomorrow's lies
if only you could remain for a moment more
it would be too completely sweet to ignore.
But, each morning when I wake
you have vanished, a dream betrayingly fake.