
Splinters of orange
Crack apart the sleeping night –
Gray morphs into day

Splinters of orange
Crack apart the sleeping night –
Gray morphs into day
I dream about a new day
When night is passed
And I can follow dreams
I woke up
Alone and cold
With the torment
Of your eyes
Appealing to my
Unguarded senses
No escape
Even in the dead
Of the night