O' Living Night

O’ setting sun, how you light up the world. Give me clarity and clear conscience and let me see the world for what it is. Cruel and unforgiving, but the only world we have.

But when you go to sleep, it is the night that keeps me company.

 

O’ loving night, they say if you listen hard enough they can hear you breathe.

Hide me from the revealing light and let us become who we always wanted to be but were too afraid to be seen being it. Hide our scars under masks and breath courage into our lungs, gentle enough to make us wary of your presence but bold enough to let us take risks.

 

O’ gentle night, whisper our names in the wind to make is feel known and worthy.

Lead me to where the wild things were. Let me lose myself in the idea that in another life I would have met them. Tell me stories of lives you once lived but now only dream of. Remind me of how you drove the waves to shore, carrying dusty bottles filled with letters of lovers longing for one another. How you brought them closer with nothing but your breath.

 

O’ living night, guide one to me like you did for them.

Let me write sweet nothings on paper better used than for my drunken scribbles. Let me place it in a bottle I finished myself and watch it get carried away to be found by someone who doesn’t care to understand it, or worse, who understands it but doesn’t care. Perhaps my words could move you to sink ships and flood cities, but what good would that do.

 

O’ dying night, if I wait for you tomorrow and strain my ears would you come?

Would you sing to me again to take my mind of things better left unthought of? Perhaps you will, or perhaps you won’t but ill pretend like you did, for I would rather live the lie than feel alone for one more night.