Endless Night
Mysterious things unfold
beneath the midnight sky.
The love I have drips
from my honest eyes.
Tears of truth
roll down my face,
Like shadows revealing
the distant gate.
Creeping up like
old age,
For once I can
turn the empty page.
Of hate and lust,
forgetful sin,
That I have yet
to bring within.
The complexities of
love and life,
Lie awake in the endless sky.
Like lost stars
in the galaxy,
floating past
reality.
Seasons come,
and leave so soon.
The mornings here,
and then the moon.
For I sit awake and write my words
of hopeless endings,
thoughts unheard.
As the evening takes a piece of me,
I feel ripped from Jealous.
Torn apart by truth and lies,
that my honest eyes have yet to cry.
Like hopeless dreams
and broken thoughts
Like plotting schemes,
for-get-me-nots.
And yet the mornig brings anew;
The sun breaks through
and then the moon.
(Will there ever be an end?)
Copyright © Kristy Mcgill | Year Posted 2005
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