I had forgotten my nightmares,
being so long in the sun,
I told myself that I had passed beyond
those days when night falls too soon
on my secret heart’s dreams,
where I end up always, alone.
For, life became a place of perfect possibility,
of reaching and achieving,
instead of that perpetual falling
and never knowing if I’ll slow down enough
before I hit the ground. Suddenly,
the familiar is foreign,
and what was so sure in daylight’s hopeful hues
is lost in a contortion of shadows,
a fading twilight’s lament.
But, oh, I beg, dear daylight,
don’t depart just yet.
Or, if you must, leave me a lantern
by which to see my path enough.