Into the harvest moon of night, my soul wanders for something that was never to be known, and though morning's light shines dimly in the distance, I am still nothing, nothing, for I am alone... Through the clouds of disbelief, my eyes have grown weary along this wayward journey of nothingness, and though the nightingale sings with a voice of a thousand crystal bells, I am still nothing, nothing, this I must confess... Beyond the stars upon the velvet sky, I know no longer that which I desired before this moonless eve, and as my soul cries out to the shadows of the night, I am still nothing, nothing, all that I believe... Against the flow of repeating time, I've seen the wisdomn that I was never to truly find, and forever and a day shall these questions burden the frailty of my heart, I am still nothing, nothing, life is so unkind... One this voyage of a thousand lives, things became clearer my blinded eyes and bloodstained hands, and this day shall mean nothing more in the book of life, for I am still nothing, nothing, let if be known amongst the lands...Birth sign: Aries
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