Again, I find myself alone at night
It seems the woods grow darker every time
I plead, I howl, just for a glimpse of light
The dark hears not, cares not, it feels just fine
There is a certain sense of loneliness,
I search the sky for signs- where is the Moon?
Without the moon, to whom will I confess?
There is no one to hear my sorrowed tune
Yet maybe this is right where I belong,
With darkness draped on my black fur,
Through trees, the wind will sing the song,
Of night, of solitude; the shadows blur
with mind, with heart, erasing who you were
I do find comfort here, of that I’m sure