Where can you be, Night?
I am looking...
I am searching...
I long for your blank pages,
your endless hours,
the soft sounds of the bats flying...
Where can you be, Dark?
All I can see is the omnipresent
and blindingly bright sun,
and I find the blue sky unbearable.
Where can you be, Stars?
You are too dim to see the day.
I know this,
but can you not show yourselves to me,
when I am alone in the shadowy attic?
Where can you be, Sleep?
My eyes are heavy,
and I spend the hours trudging endlessly.
Where can you be?