one
There is absence in the night,
once there, now long gone.
The depths of darkness no longer,
almost as if it's forever dawn.
Blisters of stars shadow over, hidden,
by the illumination of our society.
This is the present, here we are today,
how sad we are in propriety.
Perhaps one day, somewhere along,
the scars of our greed may,
to a vanishing point, disappear.
Night will reign and all will be repaid.
