By: PaysConteur    



We lose ourselves in the night

with our souls wanting sunrise

Innocent spirits of light

searching till our passion dies


Flowers blooming all alone

happiness or lasting pain

so elusive the unknown

to love and not love in vain


Shimmering starlight woven,

what are all these moonbeams worth?

Sleep on and dream of heaven,

when soft twilight dims the earth.


There’s something within which grieves

the silence where shadows cease

ending on the rustling leaves

peace, peace when there is no peace.


Love remembers all the pain

Sadly tears must vainly fall

What we seek our heart will gain

so love, remember, remember it all.