The Sun Waits For Me 

WORDS: Eve Delaney

 

 

There are nights when my soul is filled with poetry, 

And words flow from me into the infinite darkness 

Only the moon and the stars hear my sorrow and pain 

Only they listen to my hope and joy. 

I am memory in singular form among the shades of black 

Words become heavy in those nights 

I sit alone and become drunk on them 

My blood is infused with lyrics ‘till I wake and lament their leaving 

Those nights I am utterly alone but for those far off 

Ghostly eavesdroppers 

Alone with purest me.

I wish I could bottle those hours and drink them evermore 

So that the words and the music combined within a sleep deprived being 

Are heard by more than a lonely moon and her far off stars; 

Just once, I should like to recite myself for the sun.