Sometimes the night

overtakes the day

as if morning

has surrendered it's sun.

Sometimes a grey mist

obscures the dawn

the light

struggling and forlorn.

Sometimes our hearts

flawed and failed

are restless

anxious,

dark,

our thoughts

submerged

in weakness

and fear

hopeless, helpless.

lost.

sometimes what is known,

what is precious and dear

takes it's time

to sing and dance.

And sometimes

the dawn,

the light,

and peace

returns

once again

with

joy.

Sometimes I forget

I fail to see,

whilst a captive

I am free.