A Cage To Hold My Dreams
The Night Has Nothing To Offer
The night has nothing to offer,
Nothing more than the hollow craters
Of the moon
Staring down, sightless and insolent
At my misfortune
If only I could equal their dispassion
For all things mortal
I would not crave or sigh for
My woman's loving hand, nor implore
The lady of the chapel
For help to dry these bitter tears
I try to not remember too much
Backward glances at her
Drain the blood from my heart
Yet every thought she doesn't occupy
Is an opportunity squandered to have
Her face in front of mine again
And her voice inside my head
Mocking, teasing, making plans
Telling me how lucky we are
A new day, as empty as time
Creeps in between the dark clouds
Breakfast is a bottle of cheap wine
From the corner-shop
She would smile to see it now
Proof of how useless and crazy
I am without her
Her love is as real to me
As the gold-brown hues of autumn
I might as well die, too.
Nothing will ever shine again or be merry.
