Through the chirp of the devices,
broken plans,
whispers reaching within,
The day has worked itself out,
into the woods,
nowhere to be found,
the night laments,
casts its net,
far and wide..
Into the sultry eyes of a mistress,
into the vivid dreams of the homeless,
the dweller reaching out for love,
uncertainty peeks through,
leaves everything naked,
the night witnesses it all,
the night laments..
A note of desperation,
suspends in the air,
cheers! exclaim the two,
Am I searching for a familiar face?
Are they?
Our fates are like the wicker lamps outside,
flickering,
challenging their mights against the winds of tomorrow,
everything waiting to be replaced,
and the night laments..
I await the arrival,
of something close to my heart,
that which will make, for me,
difficult to part,
so I can quench the thirst,
of the darkness I hold inside,
probably no friends can comfort,
but the night at the end of all,
and the night laments..
In a web of delirium,
the swaying of fortunes,
somebody will find,
a missing piece to their puzzle,
somebody’s heart will be broken,
into a million pieces tonight,
it is too much for the day to take,
forgotten and pure,
every heart comforts in a second chance,
and the night laments..
Atsoulsearch 