When the brightest thing in your room is the night sky,
and that light cuts through the curtains onto your wall.
Then the shadows come out to play
Across your darkened spaces.

Opening your eyes you find no comfort in the blackness
No colours you could feel you knew
Just shapes that taunt you with their changes

For in the dark, other things are highlighted
Thoughts not welcome in the innocent day
Memories in those shadows
Urges unearthed
In that bright night sky