You know it not, by the darkness of night, You hear it not, so does its footstep fall, You hope you can see it in the brightness of day, So you sleep, hoping morning will solve it all. But the
When darkness becomes a stranger to the night, And there no longer is an end to broad daylight, When the moon and the stars separate upon a fight, And yet he never doubted his future was bright. If there was
It was trivial, I though it didn’t even merit such a fight, She thought not, and refused to acknowledge my plight, I tried telling her, that she knew not all the facts, Unconsciously, she told me, that I knew nothing.
The closer he went like a light-craving moth, The farther he seemed from her, like her wroth, Like the helplessness in him, his actions had wrought, Less better tidings, the day’s moonlight brought. There was once a time, when his
Silently through the night, her formless hands creep, Searching, feeling for him, through the lands of sleep, The darkness around, its not an easy rival to win, So, finding him, she waits, for the right time to begin. She knocks