Night keeps her secrets
that daylight tells,
hiding lovers from themselves.
Truth breaks through,
streaming between tiny cracks.
Walls cannot hold back the sun.
Darkness hides among its fears,
silencing morning’s knock.
Yet morning is persistent.
The lies we tell are buried there,
deep within festering wounds.
Wounds that weep lustful tears.
Night keeps her secrets,
that morning tells.
Night shall not open her eyes for you.