A lonely night again

a lonely night again past the traffic lights spread thinly glide over the ice and grimly clinging throw the dice gamble for happiness hear the ringing: and the wings are handed down to angels sweetly singing and, fluttering some while other times it glumly weighs like lead my heart will wax and wane till fed eclipse is coming soon and who can say which side is the dark side of the moon? another night flies in desperation no answers lie in meditation and I try my patience, over and over and over again the battle I must fight but never win and quietly, seek the darkened skies that roll by slow and meekly Ah! those eyes do they beseech me? Does it reach me before meanings are all lost? Balances keenings against cost as I step into the frost. Mark Burton Saturday December 10th, 12:50 A.M.