Night Poem VI

I fell into the night’s dark hair.
With both hands
I held it to my face,
I breathed the full bouquet,
and my eyes were afflicted by
a dying and beautiful hour.

Where do I go when I sleep?
What sweet lives do I nurture,
that are gone forever
when the dawn comes like a murderer?
The one who danced behind my eyes,
where is she now?
What was her name?

And is this sense of loss,
that haunts me
in the too sordid light of day,
any less real?