Reflections

Light of days gone by
Casting its spell upon us
In the dark of night

Polar Express

When all is well
Well is everywhere
Rose-colored is my lens
And when it’s ill
There’s not a thing to fear
That doesn’t exist in my head.

Staring at the Sun

I’ve been staring at the sun
And I’m not the only one
We all long to see those brighter days

I’ve been wishing for the wind
Open up and let it in
Let it carry me so far away

I’ve been sitting here in silence
I’ve been aching for the light
But I’ve been dwelling in my darkness
How much really changes in a night?

I’ve been gazing at the sky
All the comets twinkle by
Reminding us that we are here to stay

I’ve been howling at the moon
Sunlight will be here soon
And when it comes my life will still be gray.

Tilted

I will see it on the morrow
Or maybe the next day
But this one is bent towards sorrow
Or tilted, at least, away
From the light that would sustain us
If we only measured by the ray
Instead we fit ourselves for darkness
And dwell in yesterday.

Rest

Moon and stars guide me
Through troubled sleepless waters
Rest me in your light

Insomniac’s Nighttime

Sky wants only sleep
Fading spirits long for peace
Sun has different plans

Better

Show me the world I’m missing
The one that’s full of light
And take from me the darkness
In the fancy of my flight

Lighthouse

I cannot see it in a byline
Nor do I think I ever shall
It is not a name for elegies
You won’t see it on a wall
No, I won’t hear it spoken
In reverence or respect
It is, after all, only me
And who am I but a speck
In a sea of brilliance and trouble?
If ever I shine bright enough
To be seen from years away
It will not be as star-stuff
No, I will be a lighthouse
And if anybody says my name
It will be in tandem with
Somebody saying: “look out for those rocks!”

Bobby Pins

I can’t always wait for freedom
As I’m tightening my chains
Or call for allies to remove them
When my list of foes has all the names

It’s up to me to hoard the bobby pins,
To find the key to ease my pains;
It’s up to me to unlock prisons,
And remember there are sunny days.

Naturalization

I feel like I’m perpetually living
On the wrong side of the world
On the dark side of the moon
On the inside of a cave
Shared with blind things blinking,
Straining for a light that won’t come soon.
And even if it came, how would we all handle
The world of light colliding with our world of gloom?

I feel like I’m an outsider
A strange creature of the dark
A forgotten exile who in turn forgot
There was such a thing as home
And if I saw now a hearth fire
Would it still be what I sought
Or is that other world now the foreign thing
And darkness, more my home than not?

I feel like there’s a question
One I haven’t asked just yet
One I’m thinking that I might
Because the answer might be worth it.
So at last I’ll ask myself this one:
If time can teach me even to be a thing of night,
Then what the devil is to stop me
From relearning to walk in the light?