In midst of silent night my mind does soar
To topics, always hid in joyful day,
That only night time's silence, and the sway
Of memories I thought I knew no more,
Could bring me to take up the bitter chore.
I think of chances I have thrown away
And love that should be gone, but begs to stay.
Then all the night I stand upon the shore
Of life's sad sea, and watch the silent waves.
I wonder why all things so swiftly pass
As do the dying waves, to nothingness;
I ask myself why all that my soul craves
Is in the unreachable past. Alas!
For gone is all my former happiness.