Light of your own night

This burial ground,
We call our body
Where a thousand hearts
Die. 

Let us resurrect.

This mausoleum,
We think of as our mind
Where a thousand thoughts are born
And more dreams die.

Let us rise and erect.

Let us go.
Rather, arrive.
Shameless,
Into that bloodshed night.

Come, shine a bit
On your own
On moonless nights
Like the moon.

For in the light of 
Your own nights
I belong to you.