Moon beams often reveal darkness
In the mountainous regions
Of the tormented soul
That was once someone else

And I listen vaguely to
The water lapping against
The broken down plywood
That we once called home

Doesn’t everyone need
A little break
From the complacency
And the cruel and dark chaos
That has become every day life?

Or am I alone in my quest
For silence
And silver ribbons
And starlight?