A lonely night of a lonely life

 

A lonely night of a lonely life

 

I let the light of the moon in

           as my lone companion

but a March cold embraces my night

           and freezes my time. 

 

My house is barely small

but empty is too deep.

 

Only the storm knocks on my door

           but when I run to invite the wind in

                    it is gone.

 

I can hear a truck passing far away

                     while stagnant thoughts

                              pound my solitude. 

 

 Only the storm knocks on my door

           but when I run to invite the wind in

                    it is gone.