The wind comes on the western plain
chilling, shrieking, thrashing.
Rising upward, dropping us from a new height.
It’s all in vain
Lost in darkness
A wilderness delight.
Our lives have changed
but miracles can still happen.
We cling to what we hold dear
Alone in the Night
We are imperfect people
in a world that demands perfection.
Where disagreements are lethal
A bloody projection.
Each man is his own savior
with a pause for reflection
So rest below the surface
if not for your own protection.
And in a world of artificial grandeur,
we reject the fear and beauty of the unknown.
Creatures of night and terrified of our own home.
Gods of a world
that disappears in the blink of an eye.
But with this truth
where nothing really matters,
we find a life not as horrible as it seems.
Imperfect people striving for perfect dreams.
As the wind loses its bluster
Alone in the night.