The night grows dark; still darker.
My eyes in tears and water,
The stars fall far, then farther,
Until the sky is gone
The cold has dipped
I shiver.
The world has slipped
The river
That trails so far
I wonder
Does it taste of salt?
I wrap my shreds about me
Both wisps of hope and worry
As vague sanctuary
From bright reality.
I stand alone
Though others
Have come and gone
In druthers
As if some story's chatter
Moves still
Though I have stopped.
I keep my curtains shuttered,
Yet light, however battered,
Still fights, shines on my shattered
Spirit, still wracked with grief.
While my quiet's
Unfinished
And life must stay
Diminished
It's good to know
That sunlight
Still waits most patiently.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
The night grows dark; still darker.
My eyes in tears and water,
The stars fall far, then farther,
Until the sky is gone
The cold has dipped
I shiver.
The world has slipped
The river
That trails so far
I wonder
Does it taste of salt?
I wrap my shreds about me
Both wisps of hope and worry
As vague sanctuary
From bright reality.
I stand alone
Though others
Have come and gone
In druthers
As if some story's chatter
Moves still
Though I have stopped.
I keep my curtains shuttered,
Yet light, however battered,
Still fights, shines on my shattered
Spirit, still wracked with grief.
While my quiet's
Unfinished
And life must stay
Diminished
It's good to know
That sunlight
Still waits most patiently.
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