There are wind tossed clouds in the heavenly skies,
And a stiletto moon, shines deadly and bright,
As it pierces my heart, it widens my eyes,
Like a lingering smile that remembers the night,
Comes dawn with it’s sorrow, breathes heavy and sighs,
And bids me to stand though still sore from the fight.
There’s a hope found in darkness, in a clever disguise,
That can bring strength and promise into the light.

JDoyle