At night,

Alone,

Silent,

When You draw the veil

Over Your ever-seeing eyes,

And open Your second pair,

The ones that see inside.

That is when You are safe,

In that lonely, noisy place.

You are free,

To laugh at all the things

People would squint at.

To shatter into oblivion,

To wane, to wax,

To cry, To smile,

To wail in Your lonesome flame,

To die, To be born.

That place,

where the coldness of Your bed

doesen't matter,

where You forget to pull the blankets up,

Or that lump in Your pillow.

That little room,

That sprawling world,

That door in Your soul.

That mind that is all Yours.