The air is cold,
and so is she
her once held warmth
now alludes me

The days are shorter,
She forgets my name
I am the hoarder
Of years of blame

The nights grow vast
And so does she
My stead is fast
And my conscience is free

The sun is as lucid as I
It falls and rises
just like me

I am living at high noon
From the east
Falling westward soon

As I am fixed upon the horizon
The night’s cold will settle
The moon will rise and prosper

Waves will crash
In tidal destruction
A twelfth hour construction

I follow the sun
As it journeys the cosmos
A short-lived soul
Transfixed and enclosed

Look in my eyes
A vacant view​
Hopefully you will recognize

I have lost sight of truth
In the midst of woe
Lost divinity from my time with you

Now I am on the run and go
Leaving behind my sense of wonder
This plight freezes me and strikes a blow

I cannot help but feel this blunder
Cloak my humanity
And pull me under

Stuck with scarce vanity
In a fastened state
Clinging to my sanity

I know if I wait
My conscience will reap
What is left of my solemn face

A beauty I will meet
And she will surely see

Light peeks through the
black curtain and I feel pain
It is an old friend
whose presence repulses me

I once was luminous
in the presence of shadows
But now the obscurity of my vigor
offers a crying shoulder to my sensors

I’ve been told that the light will set me free
But the comfort in darkness
offers a daunting bliss with me

I find myself most of the time
searching for ways to pass the time
And then I remember.
Tomorrow morning I’ll be fine
and I’ll go through the motions
just another time