When The Days Are Dark

When the days are dark, even you, my brightest star,
Are shrouded in a veil of dusk.
And even my fondest memories of you
Cannot stir the sharp bite of happiness
within me.
When the days are dark, I am a shadow moving among shadows
And the night is silk wound around the wooden corners of morning.
And even noon cannot shake it down,
Down, down, down,
Not even noon,
with it's burning sun.