An Ode to Night (or an attempt at an ode, at least)

Oh night, filled with such sweet bliss,
cannot fathom thoughts so deep
as such, when recieving your love's kiss.

When eyes close in peaceful sleep,
and slumber takes me away,
my memories emerge for me to keep.

And, oh night, my thoughts in a fray!
Running and falling, sitting alone.
Dreams will keep those nightmares at bay.

The body relaxes. Night, you are known
as the harbringer of thought:
subconcious, unconcious, unwanted, overblown.

Oh night, if you do as you ought,
the dreams you bring me, memories caught.