Like mist-filled nights on the rocky seashore
my thoughts wander away, then back to me.
They collect in pools my heart scarce can afford
where wave upon wave my sorrows appease.
No lighthouse can guide the lonely towards home
nor heavenly stars illumine the sands.
For those dazed by the fogs and left alone
have distant memories of love’s sweet hands.
Yet somehow from this shadow we emerge
to regain life in the monthly moon tides.
For when day breaks, many waves gently surge
then love calls and the lost souls will arise.
I am without light. I am without tears.
I am without love, anywhere but here.