She called me 'sunshine'
For a moment, even I was duped
The illusion of warmth filled me

But she was a liar
Or a stranger
I have yet to determine which

I am not the light reflected in the moon
I am the darkness that surrounds it
I am the darkness

There's something incredibly southing about taking in this frigid air
Its chill flows through me
Dispelling the tired leaves of a long sweltering season
I'm left bare
An opportunity to appreciate the strength of my roots
Admire my branches
Though they be crooked, brimming with knots, and countless broken branches
Will I survive this time of reflection and blossom in time for Spring
Or cower in fear of another snapped limb

I always preferred the night
The darkness over light
Yet I lie full of grief over the setting sun and all its might

I bury my body into this bed
Teeth aching from dread
Hands burdened with the weight of this heavy head

Until there is no trace of sorrowful sunlight
Only darkness adorned with graceful starlight
The moon will illuminate my soul and carry me into the night