In quiet nights,
in silent eves
when all the light
just up and leaves
and all that I
have left to see
are silver sparkles
in the blackness
of infinity.

When no one talks,
and strangers walk
just passing on
until they are gone;

Long,
before the dawn
when I’m alone
so far from home,

the face I wear
loses its grin.
The joy I share
dims from within
as I am left realizing
that once again
there is no one else,
there is no true friend
cause all we are
are fading water skins.

Though, I go on
most cannot maintain.
They lose the pace,
then fade away.

Though I survive
all the shades I face,
all I see is dark black
coming right back
to take the grey
and watch
the falling flesh
start to decay.

Though, I love these
cold moon lit eves
sometimes I need
the light of day
and a goodnight’s sleep
to wash away the grief
of things that were
and things I know
are yet to be.