Beauty Darkened, Yet Here I Am

waiting outside, in a trite and hollow night

underneath a forest of stars, to light the way

on a dark and lonely path,out of sight

the tall trees tremble in their fright

and the holes from heaven barely show below

waiting outside, in a trite and hollow night

whispers roll by quickly through the desolate site

hopes of catching a spotlight from above

on a dark and lonely path, out of sight

the dark and the light, stop in their fight

in front of a road owned by time

waiting outside, in a trite and hollow night

tiny stars shimmer in delight

one chance to show a past beauty

on a dark and lonely path, out of sight

and yet, travelers stroll on by

avoiding the blank mysteries

waiting outside,

in a trite and hollow night

on a dark and lonely path, out of sight

-justin disandro