Oh, I cannot help that night has loved me
More so than any reality day brought;
For night has soothed my dreams and set me free
Of the insanity that life has sought.
The loneliness people gave is day born;
None of the hours of night has whipped my soul;
While day has taught me anguish and scorn,
Night vents sorrow and resurrects me whole.
Sunlight reflects all the wrong in this life,
I doubt not it has taught me well to learn;
But starlight held my futile dreams through strife,
And it taught me to soothe: I do not burn.
I give my love through night, to night I turn;
Through day I may pass, for night I yet yearn.
The morning gives me no solace:
It has come with heat and light
And I find myself asking
For the dark horns of the night.
Then I find love, soaked in desire,
Wrapped up in your arms and hair,
Smells of burgers and coffee,
Snarled sheets hiding all that’s bare.
The sun brings in the future,
The future has torn the heart,
Time sheds light on the knowledge,
That soon you and I must part.
Families, jobs, money wait;
The sun brings them all back in;
I fear what the world might say,
How you were lead in to sin.
The sun burns my exposed skin,
All hair shines like molten fire;
The sun just shows me the truth,
The stars just show me desire.
I could wait for the next moon:
Who knows just what I might get;
But memories of ones before
Depend on how soon you’ll forget.
The sun barges through the window.
I lean back and draw the curtain.
I note: it’s only his return
Of which I am fully certain.
It’s five in the morning
The moon hangs over a cloud:
Just as lonesome as I,
Wondering, if silence is just as loud
As a future goodbye.
I have no promises to fulfill;
You have none that you can keep;
The moon whispers none to me:
Gives me no certainty of sleep,
And of rest, no guarantee.
I shall see you again now;
But, after a while, you will disappear.
There will be just me and the moon
And it has always been clear:
A heartbreak is due very soon.
Promises are futile. They break.
Once there is a parting, it is done.
Love has no say in the sundering.
All will be left to dry out in the sun
As stark daylight comes plundering.
It will charge out, in a dust and a storm,
And words will be torn and taken,
To different lands and different skies,
And I shall once again awaken,
When the cruel sun tires out and dies.