1

When the day dies,

when the amber halos

of the streetlights rise,

darkness calls -

I must not think of you,

I must not think at all

of how each day

falls to darkness every night.


I must not think of you

sleeping,

lying

restful as an infant,

face calm, brow smooth

no trace now of how

the pain had burned

when you were

weeping,

crying

from your fear of darkness

why did no light reach you?


2

When the song bird

flies from fading light

and is no longer heard,

silence calls -

I must not think of you,

I must not think at all

of how each song

falls to silence every night.


I must not think of you

sleeping,

lying

safe against my shoulder

breath like sighing

tell me why these ties

dissolved so fast

when you were

weeping,

crying

from your fear of darkness

why did no light reach you?