Mar 06, 2005 21:53
Hollow footsteps cloaked by night
Of sadness known through tortured sight
The willow weeps for solitude
As the owl moans a gloomy interlude
Reflection in the glossy lake
"If I should die before I wake..."
A tear shatters the silent face
That seeks solace in this deserted place
Wind whispers through the willows leaves
And Owl, perched high, silently grieves
The glow from the city lights afar
Swallow whole a falling star
A wish upon the trembling lips
For Peace. A raven gently sips
The water near his honored guest
But soon flies to his hidden nest
Weary beneath the flowing cloak
The traveler rests against an oak
And fights the lure of heavenly sleep
"I pray the lord my soul to keep..."
Forever lost, each journey taken
Plagues the mind, the nights awaken
Troubled visions, thoughts of yesterdays
That seem like beacons- lives away
Random comforts connot ease this soul
For knowledge takes it very toll
'Pon one who suffers with each breath
Who slept once in peace, then awoke in death.