An Obsession (1 of 3)

I have an obsession with the night 

It draws me in, like a feed 

Every night with transformation  

Oh, what mystery the nights holds 

From the earth to the heavens and beyond 

Darkness surrounds the blueness of  sky 

It leaves my defined ideation clouded in lost 

It says it all and says nothing at all  

Infecting my  mind to wonder madly 

Between  the safeness of dreams 

And nightmares haunt, that follows 

Surrealism conjures images and thoughts 

Insomnia would not excuse, as escape  

Invasion of thoughts that ponders wildly 

Orging with pleasure and of guilt and scare 

Drawn into hallucination with opened eyes wide 

Blearing borders of reality and dreams

Compelling with tacit, holding grounds at night 

I have an obsession with the night 
It wakes my primal being 
To tickle my senses