In the day we chase daffodils
cradling their petals oh so delicately
as they fan their beauty in the sunlight
we hold white knuckled hands
ambling through the meadow
care free
but as the sky grows dark
and our vision blurs
that hand grows claws
painful to the touch, we release each other
and take off,
running so swiftly from the bears and the wolves and the vultures
that we forget to open our eyes
and find strength in each other
To combat these demons
with the force of a thousand warriors,
instead of silhouettes dancing in the night