Walking through the graveyard
I stand by the gravesite
wrapped in a cloak of darkness
howling my emptiness
a a forlorn moon
searching for life among the dead

Where did it come from
this restless spark?
Why this endless dissatisfaction?
Gnawing hunger, fire in my bones?

I can not say the shadows vanish
in a moment
Searching for the LIGHT
Hoping some day they will be dis-spelled