Enjoy the darkness, the cover of shade,
that lets one close and dream bruised dreams
or stir, eyes wide, in comforting cloak.
Both lives dangerous, both lives staid.
The longest night hugs the briefest day,
curtains shrouding this one act play.
Melancholy flee, Mundanity undone,
Winter's first step is towards the sun.
*Today I felt like scribbling a bit of poetry...