Who Owns the Sunlight

Create the darkness, making midnight seem
As bright as noon by taking down the sun
And wearing it inside your breast, as one
Who owns the sunlight. Take its brightest beam,
Conceal it, tell us it was just a dream
And that the dream is, heaven help us, done,
And cut the morning into ribbons, spun
In shadows by a solitary gleam.

The light is yours, the darkness is all yours.
I lose myself within the ribboned light
You cautiously allow me. There are wars
Among us here, those stranded in the night,
For moments near you. Each of us explores
The darkness, swaying between sleep and fright.

Our Hearts, part 10