psyche

the night is quiet, divine serenity
which reigns in my every yearning
just as much as ever seeping knowledge
in the root of this world
in the light of today
i am not what i used to me
in the shadow of the past
needing is often chastised by wanting
and the will to love another
is no longer alive
only in dark skies will a zephyr occur to me
and only in brighter days
will my heart be found