Basking in the pale glory of night, Beckoning a chance meeting where we would cross eyes once more. Within the howling of the wind I hear your name, Whispered from golden memories drifting afar. The smell of tobacco is poison bereft your scent, And the taste of vice I sought to replace you with, turns to smoldering ash in my mouth. Adrift in a shallow pond I navigate alone, Lingering in darkness and doubt, As a nightmare that comes without a dawn. On my arms I bear the chains of past sins, The blood of my wrongs staining the water beneath. Forced to endure the shimmering memory of your touch, Fade with each passing hour. I only ask for shimmer of hope, An undeserved gift that would raise spirits, And give purpose to the pyre that burns within me. I request one last dance under the stars, A fleeting moment served to recall paradise lost. Yet if the song ends and the shimmer of hope is put out, I would see this crusade come to an end. If our stars fade and the love we share is dead, I will abandon ship and cast myself away. I will cry tears of loss and pain so that when we meet again, I look at you with empty eyes.