Arrogant day

Arrogant day

A bright day scares me.

Hurts my eyes with rude arrogant

clarity,  nothing is hidden from it,

nothing is, not my mind, not

my soul, not even the dreams

I feel so exposed.

It is the night I long for,

the dark, calm, soft night

everything is safe, no self-expression

only buried thoughts, feel sheltered

in the cape of night light.

Still I can see as I need, 

the stars are alive, shining in the night sky.

I shall miss them in morning. 

I shall lose them, when they will be lost

in the proud light of the sun, 

I shall again feel scared and vulnerable.     

I shall lose my mind to an arrogant day.