Nocturna #2

Nocturna #2

You are a mirror and I am the things that shatter

You are a labyrinth. I am the endless walking.

You are the puzzle and I am the things that matter.

I cannot speak because nothing hurts tonight

And the world feels quiet. This is a strange kind of talking

Nothing hurts. It is wrong to feel so right

There is no you. I have found my own perfect me

I will be awake forever, thinking and rocking

And nothing hurts. This is how it should be.

Some nights I am a mother (Nocturna)

Nocturna

Some nights I am a mother, frantic over my chicks

Some nights I am a dreamer, loose in the hey nonny road

All nights I must remember the wrecks I cannot fix

Some dreams I am my sister, whirling amidst the drums

Some dreams I am a hillside overdue to explode

All dreams I am the waiting pause before the morning comes

Some hours I am the seconds. The night crawls slow and deep.

Some hours I am the flowing gold they seek, the motherlode.

All hours I am the life that prays and howls till it can sleep.