In The Immortal Words of Monty Python....

And now for something completely different:

Awake and see through curs-ed clouds;

The day breaks with silent scorn;

Though cross-ed stars be engulfed in shrouds;

It shall not be for them we mourn.

Sunlight burns across lovers' faces;

Dividing mercilessly the lonely heart;

'Tis not the sunset that fills the spaces;

Nor the moon that keeps them apart.

In darkness tired wings take flight;

Watched closely through destiny's eye;

Fever thrashed all through the night;

As determination pierced the sky.

Emotions rise upon arrival;

Reckoning moments for souls draw near;

Tears held back to ensure survival;

There are no demons left to fear.

A mind returns from the tormented dream;

All anguish imagined or so it would seem;

Away dark morn go from my sight;

J.J. Goodman: Writings, Musings and More