The dark mornings are here,
I creep slowly down stairs
In the morning of night,
Artificial light ignored.
I sit here in the dark,
Only the light of this page
Showing me the way,
The way to words,
To read them,
And to write them.
The darkness surrounds me,
Comforts me like a friend.
The dawn slowly rises behind me
And once more I can see,
See beyond this page,
But I keep on being drawn back,
Back to this page,
Until the words stop.