Where goes the night,
when unable to see.
The Moon isn't there,
to brighten the sky
or bring romance,
into this World, ours,
as we languish within,
dwellings, grim and dark.
No Moonbeams, no shining Star
to help those who write
and will say to you,
"Put your faith in the Science
and stem the late tide,
for you are alone."
Hide not, you must,
for all the sadness,
will go far away now.
A Sunrise is coming,
it will brighten the day.
Don't run from this place.
Please wait and stay.
A Comment by Loy
I love this poem, very beautiful
A Comment by MFish
Thank you, Loy