Taking One's Leave
I walk into the night
And leave the world behind,
The fading of the light,
The stumbling of the blind
I seek another path
A road that has no goal
But the semblance of the truth
The yearning of my soul.
The moon holds centre stage
Beyond the trellis trees
The city lights engage
But can no longer please
A mind grown tired of life
A heart no longer strong
Tired of this world of strife
Return where they belong
The wind picks up the leaves
And gusts across the park
Where silent shadows heave
And vanish in the dark.
What held us here so long?
What fantasy prevailed?
The plans we lived among
Have long since been derailed.
And so I take my leave
I say to all goodbye
There is no call to grieve
There is no need to cry.
I seek another path
A road that has no goal
But the semblance of my truth
The yearning of my soul
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