Even On The Darkest Nights

Nerves exposed
sleepless emotions
dead weight…….
on hollow rafters
which scrape the floor
then watch –
as all the little thoughts –
scurry.

Eyes closed
to watch the wind
who else can blow away
the clouds –
perhaps a friend
who can wrap around
their arms.

Openness
in these blue eyes
who knows the pain of days
but lucky are the stars
for they brighten you
even on the darkest nights.