i was the night and you took the sun out of your pocket just for me
a shining bright beacon, casting its brilliant gleam wide
across my disbelieving expression, showing the underside of the moon
and yet that light is dimmed, but only by my attitude of it

for light in a dark room is painful in the least, when it shatters the silence i surround myself with
finding comfort only in that which shows nothing of itself
simple and blank, less than confronting, my bed lays there in that lonely balance

lonely is a word i use to describe myself, not alone because how can you be alone with all the music and art and faces you see on the screens. it is but a feeling, deep down inside, a brutal poison...all consuming. this is where my darkness is born

I am the night, and your smile, that singular light on the horizon and above, is the sun
a shining bright beacon, casting its radiance as far as i can see and further
not that im looking that far, the future im sure is as bright as you, but, whos looking


for when you’re being consumed, you lose sight of what may be important and you ignore it for that which makes you feel...something. thats what the darkness did, blinded me to the sun thats always been there for me, for us

has anyone ever met the moon, I did and its beautiful. a soft glow, breaking the monotonous plane of empty, the first glimpse of light in an otherwise dark place. unrecognisable at first, for i had never seen this moon before, but im sure you have right, that light always there, the suns sister or brother or cousin...a back up i guess

i am unfamiliar with what its like to be bathed in that reflection, and thats what the moon is right, a reflection and mirror to whats on the otherside, whats behind you or dampened, whats covered or obscured.. it took a long time to realise that this gorgeous radiant beauty i was seeing was that same sun you retrieved from your pocket.

You only showed me the moon because you knew the sun would scare me terrify petrify me after so long from its warmth. you were being careful, caring. making sure to dip my toes in that daylight. but i didnt want to thaw so i stayed there in the cold light of the moon while you slowly dragged the sun. until it lay directly infront of me, burning into my eyes, blinding in its strength,  unstoppable force of life and light and happiness...

I felt blind again, but this time...i revelled in it

I was the night, and i will continue to be so. for no change can come so abruptly. the empty void will always be a part of my psyche. but now you have given me the moon and you keep it bright by throwing your starlight across its surface. and in turn my dull thoughts are constantly submerged in thats freeing brilliance. That darkness has a ray of light piercing its impenetrable veil, forever more...

I was night and i am night, but now...now i have my moon and my friend...the blazing sun...