Start/Stop?

My eyes fall down across the room.
The night comes to an end all too soon.
5 or 6 times, I was named dead,
Though I head those words whispered in my head,
"The malt, of salt, will swiftly fall.".
His face shines up, as mine spins down,
Down? More like open and all around.
That man that came, was gone for all.

The night is mine still, though its not started yet,
Start is inevitable, though impossible to get.
If I'm not going, when did I stop at all?
To have stopped, I must have started,
The connection of art, thats in my heart but,
Dogs wont come, and mine wont stay,
I dread the day that you'll go away.
Stop, and stop, for all.

Why, why this, and why event that?
If mine is not yours, its because of me.
I want us, though Im not sure I do,
If only I could know, and then I knew,
The things that I fear, will go away.