Twilight dark and swollen red,

               fallen dreams upon my bed,

hearing sorrow in my head,

               softly...like a whisper.

Watching stars no longer burning,

                yet, my weary heart is yearning,

as the moonlight pales to blackness,

                drifting...like a memory.

Lake of grey and shallow waters,

               where reflections are so hollow,

knowing love can never follow,

              dying here...forever.