ALONE.

ALONE

I am alone in the dark of the night.

I am alone without a thought or a light.

I am a star; that lives and dies,

I am a baby that sleeps and cries.

All alone, I do not dwell;

my mind is dark; my heart will swell.

I fade just like the night that comes.

In my heart, I beat like drums.

I am alone, just like the night.

In the shadows, there is no light.

I am a harp that bends and bows,

the water-as it shapes and flows.

Now! Now. The bending of the dark,

I fly away, on the wings of a lark.

Holding fast to the ones I love,

who put on the sorrow just like a glove.

Move! Move! We live on seats above.

I glare and stare and sing of doves.

We do not know of time or light,

for, in the darkness, there is the night.