Not Alone


Dark nights
And no place to run
Yet waiting
While perpetually peregrinating
For something I saw
In a tableau of dreams


You came in a time
When I was razed by a past
You became my sanctuary
Letting me take solace in your sojourn
When the sentence was pronounced
I stood stolid
Letting the world come to a stasis
How will I face a decayed story
After our transient play?


The zephyr blowing in
From a blessed place
I wallow in void
Wizened by years of weathering
A waned spirit