Daily Strength and Nightly Weaknesses

I crumble with a setting sun The colors streak and I come undone Quiet invades despite cicadas sick Emerging a year late on a low burnt wick Colors infect the sky like spilt paint An early moon visible however faint Goes looming racing and panting west I put down my flowers and await the test I am left to myself, these nightly battles With each new star my confidence rattles Once I used to wear the moon about my neck When I was the sky and she was the speck My constant blanket, I undo my hair Split and raw from each nights’ wear I stand to fight, this will not pass My naked feet find cool wet grass I reach in one pocket and pull out my past And from the other, a future wide and vast Armed I destroy a black velvet veil And slowly but surly the night does pale I replace my weapons and tie my hair And watch a sun, both new and rare.