I Feel the Night

I shy away from impossibilities

And disbelieve any sunlight in black ice

But I shouldn’t be so sure

Should not rest with second sight

I feel the light touch my heart

A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art

Burns through a gate at which appears my maker

So cold the light, my father’s eyes

Distorted visions may have left me unchanged

While truth and clarity couldn’t lead me astray

But I’ve witnessed too much pain

Without choosing, without pride

I feel the night touch my heart

A torrid river sweeps this shadowed art

Burns through a gate at which appears my maker

So cold the light, my father’s eyes

I sigh, feeling scared

Creep subsides, I’ve lost my head

Don’t try, don’t say it

Shapeless man under flowing river

I look beyond this world

Silence greets me now

All my fears aside

A silent tree would not answer me

Now the mighty heavens will