I ask the angels
Why it is that I am awake
But yet solely live in slumbers.

As they stroke the summit of the trees,
My fingers find their breath.

And rolling over the landscape of my neck,
Is a drop,
Springs a new source.

There settles a long awaited dew,
In the grass beneath my hands.

And your eyes catch the colors of the morning.

In these dark days
I carry you with me like a coat.
You protect me from rain
        look back from behind the glass.
    pull me out of the water and
into your boat.

In the hour of evening,
     the hour of mist,
I wait in the vacuum
as you sneak into my breath.
You silence all the light of the room
and I stare,
blind and hollow,
into the darkness.

You are the source
              the last remaining sunbeam
But you depart, slip away
leave me behind, leave me behind
And I am still sightless
as I wait, alone in the dark.

In the hour of evening,
     the hour of mist.

Because you long
to a flame
just out of reach.

In times of hunger I will take you along
I will carry you on my wings
and fly into the night.
- carry you with me, towards the sun
and before you can cry
I will kiss you on both cheeks
          trace your tears all the way down.
          watch you fall asleep as I hum.

In times of hunger we will travel east
-you, guiding the way so clever-
where the sun waits lower, her rays lazily expecting us
and we live in daylight forever.