Forgiving Moon, Cruel Morning

This is my lunacy All day I sit, sit, sit In dark Waiting for some straying star To indicate the night. Oh cruel morning Snatcher of dreams You do not enlighten me Must I always look upon myself In such harsh light? things are clearer black and white. You cast shadows That loom about the day Like an iron weight Around my feet, How can one feel complete when half of me drags on the street behind? My spirited shadow Whom nobody cares for Walked all over My shadow and I Till the night sky Elevates her to some wall Or ceiling, The moon is altogether softer Healing the burns of day, Forgiving moon Who hears such horror From the mares we can’t keep at bay, my lunacy then, is to sleep under your watchful eyes until you slip away.