The night is young
or so i am told
to kiss the moon
through skies of cloud
abandoned light
through life's ibis
and dancing past
where stars exist
for no mans hands
caress my skin
or bares sweet regrets
to my soul within
so to morn that is gone
or has never been true
is alone in the shadows
of life's bread, anew
Yet, the sun will still rise
through the coldest of skies
and the clouds tell the stories
of the longest goodbyes
the truth is there told
where ones body asleep
to wake up in the moon light
my soul here to keep
