Hey there, sadness –
I see you creeping up inside me
I feel you deadening my edges
Numbing out the senses
Drawing my body down, down, down
Heavy with sleep you can’t shake off.
Reciting words in the kitchen,
Cooking oats and washing dishes,
Doing the things that are meant to be good
Hoping one day I’ll feel it too.
Or maybe I could wish
For a whole good week
Not one idle pocket of sunshine
But sprawled suntans on the beach.
Maybe I could dream of the time
When the light in me finally
Triumphant and victorious
Takes off his helmet and raises his sword
Crushing the head of darkness
Under his golden boot.
But moonlight is the sun’s refraction.
Hey there, darkling –
Let her come in.
Warm her up with a cup of tea
And a soft bed to sleep in.
Let her stay and tell you
The stories of what’s left behind
Hold her hand and reminisce
And warm her up by the fire.