Every night, my window shows,
that which is everywhere.
Into the sky, and inside,
I look, to see what?
Darkness, a reflection,
Endlessly distant.
The shining flames, within me,
Alone and submerged.
Through gleams, of hope and love,
I see but sorrow.
My pain of life, hopeless dirge,
Dismal, existence.
Loving, melancholy,
Never leaving me.
Bereft of hope, despondent,
Night is forlorn with me.
Every night my window shows,
Darkness's reflection,
Through gleams of hope and love,
There's but melancholy