when the weight of the sun gets too much,
the night comes to save me with its haunting darkness,
it comfortably suffocates me with its bleak covering,
waiting until I'm ready to meet the morn again,
but when the shadow of the dusk becomes unbearable,
the sun comes to protect me from the fears,
from the thoughts which hide in daylight,
from the things that bring me self-doubt,
so yes you are my late night sky,
hiding me from the blinding light of the world,
but you are also my early dawn,
rescuing me from myself when I am in the dead of the night.
