The quiet night is comforting
deep and understanding
The moon will dance my sad song
but as this story extends
my time with the night is short
and my worries are long
A bowl of lava is taunting
as it slowly creeps up
exposing what I’ve done
The east is piercing of pink and orange
and the west is a pale blue
I can no longer hide in the dark
Yes, the moon understands
but even he sleeps
and I am left alone again