... Love Poems | 4 Time and wishing planes

I love the night so dark and silent
but I hate it when you are on stand by
infinite time
between your sleep and my awakening.

I love the night, oh so quiet
but the noise of my thoughts just don’t let me sleep
and they run around noisy reminding me
that you won´t be there, but in my dreams.

I love the morning, but so fast
it has become your afternoon, late,
and my time with your presence
fills a pocket of pain

I love the morning and I hate it
cos when I see you, you are not there
and I scream and shout just to see you
but your absence is all I get.

I have your image in my heart
which every morning, every night I recall
and I wish upon each wishing plane
hoping one star hid as one or as all.

and as I finally fall asleep
in the morning, or the night, or the noon,
I hate time when it just freezes
and keeps me away, far, from you.