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