In the gloom of the night my weary soul lurked around searching for yours.
I walked across a black river beneath the dark sky.
Tortured souls coming to the surface screaming out for redemption.
Never an absolution.
But i could not find you.
I saw dark figures wandering on the other side.
I could not make out what they really resembled.
I heard night birds singing, echoing from the indistinct world surrounding me.
Still no certainty of your presence.
I had led myself astray.
I waited.
I sat by the river thinking to myself.
With the night birds singing their gloomy songs to me.
The lost souls splashing in the river before me.
I waited.
And i found myself sitting under an old oak tree.
The ancient soul of the forest.
Staring at me with such a curiousity.
Its branches moved restlessly as if feeling my own restlessness.
But i sat back still.
Waiting for the moon to come out.
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 11:01 PM UTC
In the gloom of the night my weary soul lurked around searching for yours.
I walked across a black river beneath the dark sky.
Tortured souls coming to the surface screaming out for redemption.
Never an absolution.
But i could not find you.
I saw dark figures wandering on the other side.
I could not make out what they really resembled.
I heard night birds singing, echoing from the indistinct world surrounding me.
Still no certainty of your presence.
I had led myself astray.
I waited.
I sat by the river thinking to myself.
With the night birds singing their gloomy songs to me.
The lost souls splashing in the river before me.
I waited.
And i found myself sitting under an old oak tree.
The ancient soul of the forest.
Staring at me with such a curiousity.
Its branches moved restlessly as if feeling my own restlessness.
But i sat back still.
Waiting for the moon to come out.