He drifts among the shadows,
Beneath a pallid moon,
Where fauna stretch and settle,
To the forest’s doleful tune.
He keens for his lost lover,
Pain echoes through the pines,
But silence here is louder,
It buries what it finds.
He weeps for absent moments,
And times resigned to past,
The loneliness devours him,
His heart it cannot last.
And lo! He sees her dancing,
With angels in the night,
They lure him ever deeper,
Towards a gathering light.
Touching Light 