I hear you early in your morning
When it is still my night;
Your day, just beginning,
While I’m still enjoying moonlight.

When the sun at last peers through the window,
It will find me sleeping, turned away
Someplace far where it can’t go;
Thus begins my day!

And there I hunker down and hide
Until it’s safely noon,
So that time will soon be satisfied
And once again give me the moon.

And then at last I live again —
Until the sun decides to end the show;
And my moon leaves me in the end,
Just like every one I know.

Missed Opportunities

You want me to go to sleep;
I’m a wreck who’s hit delete
On my life, and everything
That I’ve ever dared to dream.

It never came to more than that.
Just a stranger on the welcome mat:
My dreams, waiting at the door,
Knocking until they knocked no more.

What if I had let them in?
Could I anew my life begin?
Become something I’ve never been before,
If I had only opened up the door?

Arsonist’s Lullaby

The shadows on the ceiling:
They’re from long ago.
A childhood memory
I thought I’d left alone.
I heard them that night;
I hear them again:
My only companions,
The voices in my head.
I remember the words;
I remember the deeds.
I remember the warning signs
That no one ever heeds.
I remember the fire:
I remember it was me.
One way or another,
The demons always get free.