This night, everlasting, and still you have not dreamed
Of all your wishes come to life,
Of all the desires that flood towards the light,
Your dark, inner self, hidden still, the stone of a peach.

It's just the night madness, coming through the window.

Your skin may not hold these things in much longer.
It has been stretching and tearing for years now.
Its translucence is lighting a path for your secrets.
They have sharp edges and are cutting their way through.

It's just the night madness, coming through the window.

How much longer will it take for it all to come out?
Will this become some tragic comedy
With your own self as the villain?
Will you laugh at it later and cry in the corners?

It's just the night madness, coming through the window.

Dawn, how sane, how absolutely beautiful,
Clearing out the clouds, letting in the fresh air.
The darkness retreats to the deepest shadows of your being,
Hidden again, it didn't escape last night.

It was just the night madness, coming through the window.

©2001 embereye@diaryland.com