At night, when the dark things Come whispering Their oppressive doubts There is a dream place Where you can go To cradle In the crook Of a silvery moon Just above The worry and fear Lean back and dangle a foot The demons can’t reach you Up here Just wiggle your toes And watch them snarl Safe in the comfort That you are doing What you can To earn some peace In your dear life They never leave, Those demons But they lose their fangs When you lose Your guilt Rest for a time, young woman But when you can Get down from there And wade through that mess To live another imperfect day
