Sometimes i watch darkness – when I am at my most saddest.
I watch him becuase I feel his lonelyness as he walks by.
I see his face, long and unstrung – sometimes i watch loneliness, just as much as she watches me.
As he wonders through the night, i follow him until in sight, and when he turns to look my way, i calmly move out of sight – as he moves through the night, I hear his heart resondate, of pain and sorrow and blackest night, darkness is he’s only light. As he follows, i know his thoughts, only becuase they are mine alike, to and fro, he staggers forth – he knows his eternal flight.
sometimes i watch darkness as he walks, sometimes i lead darkness and hold his hand.