Nights attire.

I won't bare witness to the peaceful look within the nights attire, 

for burning low and long in sleep, I'm restless in desire,

To be loved as any fool would love,  fall head and heel and never tell

I alone must come to rest
And in my frolicking dreams then dwell, 

Before some night made paradise,  the darkness came to test it's theory,  

all the withered stars then taken, and light lay stark and  dreary

Belonging to a dreamers arms
Who pushed away the burdened name,

Could not love , nor touch thereof the likeness in each flame