To feel lost in the gloom is nothing to fear
remember those golden wings of yours
that you have always held dear.

gloaming might be your heart right now
floating through darkness’ brow
and the end seemingly nowhere near.

bear with me but for a moment my dear
your golden hour is very near.

Oh the maddening pointlessness of it all; how we suffer; how we strive

An Elephant Sitting Still: The four hour long film had been sitting on my folder for quite a while now, each time my friends started gushing about it, I would go up to it, see the time length, then postpone. But I need not have worried.

broken is the night
a million shivering fragments
litter the inky void.

i can but try with all my might
to feel your lips
once again crossing mine

broken is the night
a hundred different memories
litter my befuddled mind

i can but try with all my might
to feel your fingers
once again intertwining mine

broken is the night
all those words left unsaid
clog up my faint voice

i can but try with all my might
to feel your early morning sighs
once again mixing up with mine

broken is the night
and as dawn draws up too close for comfort
and the stars they fade away
i can but remember you with all my might