Wanton fingers touch the edge of madness,

               watching from some unseen place,

eyes that linger softly upon your face,

               calling your name... in the infinite darkness.

Waiting...waiting here, as if there was no hour,

                sleeping in this dream of life,

drifting to a siren's melody,

                knowing that only disaster lies ahead.

Sunsets melt into twilight,

                where my aimless thoughts ponder,

what comfort my illusion can mete,

                to a lost and weary heart.