"The Sisters"                                                                               Midnight comes/
And then she goes/ 
I breathe her in/
And feel her woes 

She's stronger than/ 
A noon days sun/ 
She carries me through/ 
The storms not won 

But her bright and beaming sister/ 
Who causes the black to blister/
Helps me grieve the darkened fright/
Letting me caress and kiss her

She is the golden light of dreams/ 
She speaks of holy things/
And listens to my calls/ 
As angels find lost wings/

These sorry silly sisters/
Each have their own sweet misters/ 
But find themselves within/
My minds soft subtle whispers/

They both have chosen me/
To bring forth happily/
The lights and wonders/
The schemes and plunders/
That set my lonely soul free 

The golden glowing sister/ 
Is as true and bright as can be/ 
She shares her grace with all/
And loves me carefully 

But the black and writhing one/
She is terrified of the sun/ 
She hates the light it gives/ 
And causes me to run/ 

From all i said I'd do/ 
Which causes my eyes to brew/
A melancholic gaze/ 
Towards those who love me true 

Some days she wins the fight/ 
Filling her sister with fright/
Yet other times she hides/
From the golden one's soft light 

I must accept them both/ 
And let them have their turn/ 
Without one winning the fight/
They both must surely learn 

To live kindly with one another/
To rest and not to run/
To give me what I need/
And let my fight be won