On nights when the,
Stars seem so far away
I cry to my self,
And mourn the passing day

When the silver moon lies down
Into the deep black abyss.
For the sky to crash with light
All my life, calmly I wait for this

Days unending, the night is so far
Countless hours of sleep by me
Whispers, echoes, haunting dreams
Pictures of life absent of thee.

Never, never, death is real
Ignore your peers; feel to feel
Dreams of wonders, hopes to seal
Darkened water, absorbs my meal

~Tim~