The sun is hiding behind clouds,
I did not invite her.
My night ends, your day starts,
But we are all tired, so tired.
The same sort of tired, birds know it first,
I wish you a good night, I go to sleep,
Locking the sun out,
The blanket is a better friend than busy light,
The birds do not know that.
And then my self goes traveling,
I leave you all to it,
Your toils, lawn mowing and driving,
I do not know what is more real to me or you,
Eight hours here, eight hours there,
But the sun will be gone again when I return
To my morning, the...
A part, a piece, well loved and nurtured,
Hidden away, denied, not missed
And yet no completion, conclusion, without.
Why do you come back?
Why do I call you back?
I need you, I hate you, I run away from you,
And miss you when you are not here.
Are you ever really gone, were you ever,