These Long Nights

It's in these long nights
Where the world makes sense.
Without the presence of the lights,
The mind is not so dense.
The best time to think
Is after one lies down.
Into thoughts I sink,
But never shall I drown.
These long nights are the times
That the words fall out in droves.
They dance and form rhymes
To create poetry, not prose.
But despite the beauty all around,
In these long nights, a feeling stirs,
A feeling intense, it drags me down;
In these long nights, tears blur.

In these long nights of silence,
Form long nights of loneliness.