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