Empty Spaces

It's dawn, the sun rises.

Lights up the world,

Your solitude,

Your sleeping face.

It's dawn the sun rises.

Lights up my room,

With the clothes strewn all around,

The deepest corners of my womb,

Lights up the lonely spaces around me, where you aren't.

And ever brighter the sun will grow, chase away the shadows,

As it mocks my lonlinesss, flooding the empty spaces with light,

The spaces where you aren't.

Until at last the twilight comes

And pulls the mocking sun back below the edge of the world.

It's night, the sun has gone away;

Shadows spring from the corners again

To veil the empty spaces around me,

The lonely spaces where you aren't.

It's night, the sun has gone away;

But the shadows are beaten back again

As the festive lights flash in the sky

In festive burts they illuminate the wondrous joy on your face.

But in my room they drive back the shadows,

The veil thrown over my longing for your company.

In festive bursts they illuminate the empty lonliness around me,

The lonliness where you aren't.