A Poem About A Nighttime Stroll
Into the night, I made my way,
seeking to be lost from the light of day,
into this realm of shadows and gray,
where ghosts and fears, they come to play.
Into the night, I kept venturing in,
my soul aching and crying with mortal sin,
my guilt soaked through with Bombay gin,
haunted by demons, lurking within.
Into the night, I pressed on and on,
desperately searching for some distant dawn,
sensing that hope was fading to gone,
ready to surrender, my soul to pawn.
Into the night, I plodded along ,
lost in the frets of what had gone wrong,
hearing the owls sing dirges of song,
I wondered, I wondered, do I still belong?
Into the night, I came to the place,
where I came upon fireflies, dancing in space,
like stars from the heavens, they did kiss my face,
and I found once more the meaning of grace,
yes, I found once more the meaning of grace.