Come, Gentle Night

And graceful though she seemed

As if a bird in flight
Beneath the still waters 
Is starting a fight

Then turning, and twisting, and grasping for light 
For to break into the day
she must dive into night.

Caught in the storm
With bloodstained knees
She bows to the wind
And flirts with the trees

For though trapped in this cage
STILL SHE IS FREE
Dancing her way to soft insanity...

Esther Ninsiima

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utRfdyBEzYc&lc=z233zdijqmmavhwos04t1aokgftfqobyeuvpb2ummhwmbk0h00410.1546982922511247&feature=em-comments

… soft insanity