One Moonless Night...
Thy pain is deep and depressed thy sight.
When love is shallow to the flesh and not to the hilt - thy soul.
What action do I seize or path to squander?
Is truth overshadowed by dark deceit?
Please guide me, please guide me and lift this vale.
We have so much and left such few, like an ocean reduced to spittle.
How soon we forget. How late we may try.
Is the cancer too deep, of a melancholy nature, all trace of mereology vanished.
I think not. The vale, it has been lifted and now I see.
Reverse the path is the way, thee light,
then to proceed unabashed as if nothing was ill.