When darkness creeps
She seems to die in the night,
Laying her head down to rest.
Accepting the surreal world she
Sometimes doesn’t remember.
It isn’t exactly a place of death,
Where she stays each night.
Yet, each morning she is reborn
As the sunlights stretches into her room,
Acknowledging it doesn’t take all day
To find the purpose of its glow.
Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
When darkness creeps
She seems to die in the night,
Laying her head down to rest.
Accepting the surreal world she
Sometimes doesn’t remember.
It isn’t exactly a place of death,
Where she stays each night.
Yet, each morning she is reborn
As the sunlights stretches into her room,
Acknowledging it doesn’t take all day
To find the purpose of its glow.
