Appearing as the moon, Least expected in the cloudy night, Her light uncovered my depths. Fighting through my storms and torrents, I almost lost sight of the beauty, And the wonder of this night. Plucking at my assumptions and affections, She played out a manic song, Of silly and sadness; of laughs and longing, With the sounds of nerves and secrets, Breaking in the light, Passing in the night. This queen of sorrow, She still helps me smile.
