Black Sunshine

You know that every time
that happens I will write.
No matter how I must have
appeared to you, with these tired eyes
longing for longer sleep and better dreams,
I will always be happy to see you.

I would consult with oracles
to ask why you still wear the black.
Perhaps I should, too, tomorrow?
But I am afraid that it becomes
a signal that I am once again
living in darkness.

Black is such a nice colour.
Nothing less but more so because
you shine through it.

And I am illuminated again.
And I can go through the night and the rain.
If you will walk across this station
and see a hint of a smile on this face,
you must know that you put it there.

But I will try my best to hide it.