Gone are the days
the nights are long and set aside
to pillows, revelations and the terror
of knowing what is to come
and what shall never be.

It is the nightbird
It is the morning ache of light
to see yourself for who you really are
but never turned into
night children shouting at my door
to let them in
I tell them wait
the time is not enough

Whatever that is here and now
will not at all odds make them bow.
I see them gather one by one
I see them pray for evening sun
Let go your love of endless light
Night children, welcome me to//night.

(вообще не знаю, откуда это пришло, и очень удивлена)