Let Us Be the Things of the Night
I only want to exist when the sun goes down
Let us be the things of the night
When the dull sunshine dies and coughs
And the moon comes out to fight
I don’t want to be shoved into a mahogany frame
Nor painted with cakes and faces
Let us run wild in water color rivers
And run as the horizon chases
Please don’t let me become the girl
Who sleeps and sits and stands
Wake me when the stars are high
And the shadows stain our hands
Let’s do something strange
In the twilight hallowed mirror
That others may not understand
When the point is always clear
The point is to breath in the night
The point is always love
Human beings bore me so
Let us instead be stars above
The others they cry, and blinded they cough
Over money, work and sex
I beg we set that world aflame
And swim in childishness
When the sun comes up so do their masks
Then we will sleep through all their light
I only want to exist when the sun goes down
Let us be the things of the night
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2018
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