No more search lights in the dark.
No more hounds in the distance, calling.
Now that morning light has found me.
She crept up slowly while I slept.
Traced me in a golden glow and opened my eyes.
She told me that I had mistakenly called her night, and had considered myself lost.
Deceived by my own heavy heart falling.
Confusing sadness for a setting sun, but the day had not yet left.
There was still time.