Beneath the hazy light
Of dusk, I sit
Alone, as lonely
As the coming night -- too sad
To journey home.
Soon the night of pensive dreaming
Into passive morn shall break,
And jaded heart, though barely beating,
Fate shall find for healing’s sake.
I have walked so long in shadows,
Lived a life that e’er repeats,
But time has come to conquer hist’ry,
Cyclic chaos to defeat.
I shall flee this starless prison –
Darkness brings no sweet relief.
Its answers all shall stay encrypted:
Past perception, past belief.
Do light the fire, dear poet -- rise
And in our journey, become wise.
Come lilt your gentle, soulful tunes
By which with God shall we commune.