When I'm out and the black wind fades from me
Here comes the sun! The dawn's sharp flames reveal
Raw skies of light that scare me and rough seas
Deep with real truth, filled with hue that I feel
But black moves on. Marching safe, cold, and made
blackened, shrouding away as the wind gusts
As passion cools, as hue fades and away
is sight, with failed dreams shrunk safer and sunk
When one day it looks. Moments of clear mirth
Like lamps at night glow and reveal I,
who holds on, shedding light, and I am there.
I find I, lost and alone, real and pale,
And when again it breaks, and black wind fades
I may touch my hearth, I will find my way.
