Before me, this landscape overwhelming,
In sombre monochrome it speaks to me
Of choises made, of chances thrown away,
And brooding sorrow took abode in me.

A sweet smell fills my lungs, I'm choking,
Washed by the moonlight that feels nothing.
Lovelorn I gaze at the celestial body,
But in its glow there is no hope for me.

Awestruck I stand, frozen, gazing at stars,
Feeling so meaningless and trivial.
I'm mesmerised by the vastness of space,
My self diminishing and fading.

There is no sorrow left for me to feel,
My feelings frozen by the cold moonlight.
But a red glow in the horizon
Tells me that they will soon be thawed.

Colours slowly begin to re-emerge,
Darkness subsides, a sense of longing
Awakens in me; a burning passion.
I'm myself again, this pain defines me.

I throw myself down on the ground and shake,
Clutching myself, overtaken by grief.
Fatigued by wonders of the night I lie
And wallow in a fit of great despair.

The sun is climbing up its weary arch,
I let its warmth and light wash over me,
Then turn my face away in dismay.
How can these loving rays mock me this way?
They tell me, though myself, I am nothing.
I can see: in all this I am so small.

Though it is light, it is not light I see.
Each morning so far left its mark in me.

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