Silence of the Night

Combing through her old papers, Fiorella found this poem, which she wrote when she was sixteen:

Sometimes in the silence
In the darkest dark of night
When the black has slipped around me
Inking over all my sight
I'm drawn then to the starry sky
And lured by every light

Sometimes in the waiting
For a storm that's drawing near
When all the earth is pensive
I am seized with sudden fear
For wild in my deepest heart
A strange new voice I hear

Sometimes in the drizzle
Of a dingy, shoddy day
When murkiness repels the sun
And shadows every ray
I know that I must find my soul
Before it melts away