The Trick

In a wasted time

It's only when I sleep

That all my senses come awake

In the wake of you

Let day not break

Let me keep the scent, the weight

The bright of you

Take the countless hours

And count them all night through

Till that time comes

When you come to the door of dreams

Carrying oranges

That cast a glow up into your face

Greedy for more than the gift of seeing you

I lean in to taste the colour

Kiss it off your offered mouth

For this, for this I fall asleep in haste

Willing to fall for the trick

That tells the truth

That even your shade

Makes darkest absence bright

That shadows live

Wherever there is light