Sometimes the night
Eddies and veers
and swallows the light
Sometimes the ears
Are reservoirs
For whispered fears
Sometimes the stars
Shroud and disguise
The deepest scars
Sometimes the eyes
Are quick to swoon
And fall for lies
Sometimes the moon
Cannot bear to depart
From shores roughly hewn
Sometimes the heart
Loses the fight
And is torn apart
Sometimes the night
drowns all that is bright
Tibetan Lemonade 