Into this day, the moon stumbles into slumber,

Restless with midnight’s hangover.

Peace eludes those in wonder,

Disillusioned and left to wander.

Hands pace miles around the clock

Nothing happens, 

Make it stop.

Fear from the nightmare waking

The violent calm from a ground

Not yet done shaking

Cold and distant

Are the blurring shadows, 

Withered memories

Of forgotten and never found.

Deafening is the blare of whispered worries

All is done in motionless hurries.

The waveless oceans

And dustless deserts

The empty crowd

The heaviest air

A breathless sigh

And sightless eye.

In pain the day awakens

An emerging dawn without sunlight…

No misery, nor tragedy, 

Could dare compare…

    …With not laying next to you at night.