Last Night

Last night was empty of dreams.
The thickening purple haze that condensed over my pillow,
never broke,
because,
Last night was empty of rain.
The stars which shone,
for all the world like diamonds,
never failing till morning.
Your face broke the dawn.
When you never apeared,
but the sun still rose,
Last night was empty of love.
As I lay alone,
practicly dead.
Last night was empty of silence,
As the naibors where up all night,
and as was I.