3am: (These Long Hours)

It's 3 am and I'm on your media pages
you're showing well, its all on your side,
people are answering your ads and
showing you love online
you have your synchronicities
and your heart back...

The radio always plays the right tune.

But these long hours, in ghost silence,
Are when I press my 'send':
'Come back, I have no deeper wound
and yours is safe here - there is no end'..

Your heart was given - but lightly you say
Now you've taken it back in kind
These deeper wounds that you dance away
aren't allowed to reach to your mind.

So I keep a safe harbour
Not perfect, but true
A place I never hoped to make
A terrible beauty
To hold in a heart:
That was never a light gift to take...

(and wait for 4am...)