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 earth

Lay 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 soul

In 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