Wandering lost through the night
Not long last, until morning light
Blue moon bright, fading sight
Lonely owls echo in the night
Lost starlight.
Stumbling, trekking, across the trail
Darkness covering mourning cries.
Cool dark breezes lost and still
Not afraid, not to fight.
A tired wood cabin glowing still
Shut so tight, no strong ties
Low voices laughing
Harrowing the passing.
I stop near flickering candlelight
No open door, no place to rest
I break a fall, then pass by,
Through the trees, silence calls.
Emptiness and sorrow by my side
Cool nighttime friends, no demands
So far ahead
A village breaking the valley trail
Small homes shut and still,
The cold night beckons, vast and pale.
Low voices call, pleading faintly
Asking me to leave the night,
To lose the trail.
I push on past I don't belong.
Not afraid, not to fight.
On the empty road
Through the narrow sign
Into the tall trees, lost by design.
I seek the darkness, the silence still
Loss and mourning heavily borne
I will not stay
Even if I may.
Wandering in the cool darkness,
I will not stop or find a friend.
Into the night, not to falter
Empty sorrow, mourning last
Darkness falls, tired and bent
Fading, blue moon sent.
Not afraid. Not to fight.
Not to rest until I find the light.
No stars are out tonight.