In the Still Night

 

From the beginning
I could see the end
lurking in shadows
cast by the setting sun.
Quietly, in the still night,
you slipped away from me.

Somehow I endured
a storm of days and years,
hard rains, soft-shed tears
and the cold, cold void
of your absence.

All I perceive to be
in this world is make-believe,
is a universe unreal,
is an empty fantasy
forever haunted by the specter
of lost dreams.

This burden I still carry
is a distant memory
stripped bare of imagery,
is a reflection in the mirror,
is the face of my reality.