The night can either blur your vision or help you see. What do you see in the dark?
Her list expands
As she sees faces in the night
Faces that look like yours
But are never just right.
The shadows elude her,
Playing tricks on her eyes,
Making her think she sees yours,
The same blue as the skies.
But the dark won't show her blue
Because in it hides a fear
That what she has and what she wants
Will both suddenly disappear.
Mischievous, it often can be;
The dark shows despair in the soul
But instead, she sees you,
not broken, but not whole.
She laughs a broken laugh,
And turns to shed a lone tear.
The dark hurts her more
Than ever will the fear.
So she turns on the light,
Feigning the morning sun.
She sighs in relief,
Thinking she's back to square one.
But then she sees the blue,
On the floor, not in the sky,
Under her feet, as she steps on it,
And she begins to cry.
She thinks that it is crushed,
The blue and her and you,
And she finds the pain she caused herself
Is worse and much more true.
So she turns off the light,
So not to know if she
Is stepping on the hope of
All that's meant to be.
And she lets the list grow long
As she listens to the tune
Of the shadows dancing back and forth
In the blue light of the moon.