Cuna

Rock my cradle
to the rhythm of the storm;
Sing to me your every breath;
Send me a dream,
and burn it down.
Your soul is my lullaby.
I wake in the shadows,
arms outstretched,
grasping darkness.

Sol

I know who I am in the dark.

Born in grey,
drawn into black;
dipping a hand into the abyss
to keep my fears;
my friends;
alive.

There are corners of my soul I fear to touch;
doors in my mind bolted shut:
fists thumping steadily on wood,
knowing they will reign again someday;
released on good behaviour,
when their crimes are forgotten.

But for now, the sun is risen.

I know who I am in the dark.

But who will I be,
in white?