To be Free of Light

In silence, my heart can cry the loudest,

In solitude, I can be the freest,

In the presence of stars, I can be true,

In the absence of men, I can kiss you.

I love to be away from human sight,

But sometimes, the owl’s hoots reminded me

That I cannot stay shrouded endlessly,

And that I must see the coming twilight.

If only the Sun would burn all my woes,

And not unveil all human wickedness,

I might not declare him one of my foes,

Nor would I write insults of his brightness.

The dark brings solace to the troubled soul,

But beware; the dark might leave a hole.