At night you come here secretly,
and I want the darkness not to end.

But Night says, Look, you’re holding the sun.
So you’re in charge of daylight!



The secret you told, tell again.
If you refuse, I’ll start crying.
Then you’ll say, Shhh, now listen.
I’ll say it over.



You were alone. I got you to sing.
You were quiet, I made you tell long stories.
No one knew who you were,
but they do now.



I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside!