The Dying Sunset

When the last tear has been shed

and my last wounds have bled

I return to the mournful night.

The sorrowful comfort eases my soul.

For again I have been betrayed,

in the far I could even see

the tempest drawing near.

My dark refuge,

you have waited for me.

Now I shall be eternally yours.

In the eyes of the stranger,

a glimpse of you I saw

and yearned to be again

at one with darkness.

I stand and watch the dying sunset.

Will it return at dawn?

Or will the clouds cast upon me

a day of dank greyness?

I lie here under the stars

and my heart summons the pain.

Dulcet and calm is my despair now,

for at last I seem to understand.

The wolf I saw on that December night,

I long to glance at his eyes again.

Like mirrors they seemed,

and what I saw was me,

yet it was not only

the reflection of his tears...

In them I could see his life,

empty, oblivious but full of knowledge.

Endlessly, searching like me....

Now when the trust has been broken

I return to the December darkness.

The distant storm seems to be growing weak.

Still is the night, I inhale the smell of the woods

and my heart grows colder and stronger.

My heart once burned with a flame of hope.

Now I only yearn to be blown by the winds

and flow in the endless night sky,

to never return to you...