The dusk is here, the day is gone
The colors turn to gray
As if to say prepare for bed
A night ahead

The doors are locked, the shades are drawn
The lamps are turned down low
Ensuring no one sees me weep
And fall asleep

Shadows but intensify the solitude
Slumber’s but a task in endless night
Yet even fitful rest may bring oblivion
From unveiled isolation in the light

For dark surrenders to the dawn
And warmth diffuses cold
I yield my hold on dreams and then
Awake again