Its 7:30am
She's still in my bed
I don't know this woman
She has become a stranger
though she used to be
someone more profound
The sunlight hits
her face and
I'm reminded of who
she once was
She really is beautiful
but beyond that
I don't know her
I'm tired, worn out
sick of waiting
for the day
she turns to me
and tells me that
she is back
from the abyss
of her
depression

I stand outside amongst the fields enveloped by the night
I stare out to the tiny stars, my only source of light
The moon is on vacation and the black is inky thick
To set my mind a'wandering is nighttime's favorite trick

I listen to the crickets' song and slowly contemplate
On love and life and peace and strife and what will be my fate
I'm sure the answers lie out there, been written in the stars
I try to find the message but it always seems so far

I head inside my house tonight, it's not completely clear
I know that many secrets hide within that black frontier
I've spent a thousand nights outside, I'm sure that I'll spend more
For out there wait the answers to the questions I explore