There’s turmoil inside of me
I sink into at night
Wake up troubled each morning
wet with a film of grief.
During the day life is ruled by the sun
yet the darkness flows within
Sunlight and the day are illusions–
there are piercing stars behind that mighty blue
for the wisdom which winks all night
Until the gentle dawn
slowly fades them away
And we are once again drugged by the light
and bide our time
until the troubled night.