I bid the night farewell by the edge of a well-shed tear.

It had been my companion, so starless yet so clear.

The chill of sunrise slowly creeping up my spine,

As I join those of the clouded-eyes once more,

Knowing they are not mine.

Not much these days lies above,

The joy and pain I've learned from love.

Except the peace that this fact brings :

That pain is just a passing thing.

Would that I knew, what the future will hold,

But Lady Fate eludes my sight,

Like a wisp of breath on winter air,

Whisked away too fast to hold light.

Sleep slips from the sight of tired eyes,

Head too full of the truth of things,

For sweet dreams filled with lies.