feers

When the darkness       comes,
I hide            inthe  light
Afraid  of     the shadow      progressions
Of the        night.

When     the storm       rains 
                           down,
I hide                   under       shelter,
Afraid o f        lights in     the     sky,
That           make  medeter.

When                        the tide comes to close,
I hide  where I find            height,
To  avoid even the     slight chance,
Of being pulled
                         under tonight.

When the stars don’t shine,
I  watch  the   blackened       night,
Wait   for that                 sunrise to roll in,
I know the sun will still shine bright.

Even if it’s cloudy.


© 2010 The Still Air