Tonight.

It’s dark
at night;
he sings of hope in the darkness
as I sit here, head to knee
knee to wall.

I don’t understand
what he sings of.
The darkness seems a calm cold presence
harmless
but lonely.

Hope.
Crimson skies.
A light to set you free.

What does it all mean?

I sit here, head to knee
knee to wall
and ponder
the hope in his voice
and the words in his songs.

In a darkness that seems so serene.