Oct 292003
Alone, the night too black --
did a tear grace my upturned face?
or the mistake of a passing cloud.
Forgetful, I wander through memories
of friends, loves, joys gone by;
but the night is so cold, and morning far away...
Questions hurt, too sore questions,
rubbing raw at my heart's cage;
then a new moon rises, invisible, yet powerfully fey;
But strength finds no home in me, no hope!
A sigh is all I have left to give
as the night's wind carries my last tear away.