All That Is Lost
In cover of the empty night,
Through fear concealed in starlight songs,
A weight is lifted from the Earth,
And cast away with violent might.
As winds caress the damaged souls,
And void is filled with ancient words,
A frame of time is frozen still,
To heal the wounded open holes.
For all divisions great and small,
A bond is made in only vain,
To heal — embracing mystery,
With watered eyes, a stranger’s call.
And for each day that passes on,
The scars will fade, and turn to ash,
For all the ancient starlight songs,
Have been misplaced, and now are gone.