No moon tonight
The wind flaps loose, and high, and then falls still
No clouds tonight
The wind flaps loose, and high, and yet … no stars.
No moon, no stars,
No candle’s flame or lamp.
No sound tonight
The river flows nearby, or so I thought.
It too is stilled,
And yet, still flows as might soft silent tears
from failing eyes.
No color, sound or sleep.
Or do I sleep?
Is this my house or is this house a dream?
No one comes near.
As dark as that dark wood my namesake knew,
where he was lost
Till he was shown a way.
To see again.
To sleep again.
No way for me this night. No way for me.