I know 2am
I know it backwards, inside out,
I know the tread of tired tip-toes
That against the silence shouts
It's when the night time has its guard down
About to swap watch with the day,
And it will talk to you of truth
If you can coax it the right way
I know 2am,
The way it weaves throughout the city
To settle softly on the things
That in the daylight aren't so pretty
I know those safe beneath sheets
Will never see the dark so deep,
And there's a reason that the dreamers
Aren't the ones who are asleep.
~e.h
