Midnight Daydream

Take my hands.
Wrap them around your light
like a python until your heart spills
all over me like a waterfall.

Soften my heart.
Hard things are
like promises,
they always tend
to break so easily.

Open my eyes.
Some can tell me
that God is real.
But you...you
can show me.

Enlighten my dark.
There was once a
monster living under my bed.
He moved inside of my head
and had a brood of bébé's kids.

Some nights I’m afraid
of my own thoughts.
So I write them down
like eviction notices.
But like this daydream,
they always return.
Unwelcomed.

© Sulē Cerdan 2014