Tuesday, 15 June 2010

Longing Heart

I can see the fading bits of twilight littering the western sky. The disturbance of the day fading into the vastness of the night sky. The transient being knows not what time it is, he doesn’t even care. He’s lost and lonely. For him even the glowering light of day seems like sunset!

When hearts each door
Leads to the same name
When distress fills the soul
And you don’t know whom to blame
Then you must step aside
And let life play its own game!