An Offering of Grief

In the twilight hour clouds obscure the bleeding light

As they bear the body of the sun

To lay at rest in the earthLay a shade on my eyes,

On the corners where mysteries are born

Let me search the distant stars for what is left of my ruin

Inhaling the stillness, I make silence my temple

And place an offering of grief

A communion with the soulIn the shadows I wander

A solitary man, fearing not the hidden

But searching

In this harsh world of deception, I will stand up once more

And find within myself the strength to stumble again