As if the horrors of the day weren’t enough, <br />The night comes with it’s reprisal of torment, <br />Where nothing stirs in its darkest depths, <br />But the waking dream of a sullen heart. <br /> <br />A dream that eludes by the day, <br />Shies away in the world’s ghastly stare, <br />By the horns night wrestles it to stay, <br />The waking is what I cannot bare. <br /> <br />If not for the dark night. <br />Is taken for granted- the sunlight, <br />IWho would ponder on the sting of the blight? <br />If not for the rain’s delight. <br />Who could afford to lay a dream? <br />If not for those sublime celestial things. <br />If not for those flights of the mind, <br />Who would dare soar over those mundane things? <br /> As every ray casts a shadow and a doubt; <br /> One is always needed to balance the other out. <br /> <br />There in the woods I retreat, <br />Among those leaves that have their final purpose met, <br />But mine is yet to begin; <br />Waiting for spring to throw a riot. <br />As every tree must wear many a winter’s wreaths, <br />So must every life carry a few resigned breaths. <br />The dread that makes me yell your name <br />Paler with fright of the waiting game. <br /> <br />What I wouldn’t say in the light of day <br />Night takes liberty to cast away, <br />So that in my pathless way you would stray, <br />To undo the wrong
