When the sun finally falls
beneath the crest of the Earth
the moon rises in the sky
and the stars stare down
like angry eyes
despair creeps in
like a thief and brigand
down the chimney or
maybe through a window
across the carpet
and in to my room
it finds me in the dark
cradles my head softly
like a lover lost to time
and separated by distance
every bit as harsh
but welcome just the same