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?)