There he lay, his eyes fixed on the horizon
The sun that once rose from his predawn silence
Now sinks back into guarded caves
That even a stone’s throw couldn’t faze.
As mist smothers glassy waves
The moon’s die is cast
And he is trapped beneath the shadow’s gaze.
His heart speaks a fading rhythm, an offbeat drum, of war, of pain,
Of what he lost and gained.
Never did it speak of love,
For him it was a sky born dove,
For never could he admit he loved.
All he did was run away, his face turned south,
His back shielding the wall of doubt
Escape wasn’t written in his stars
For his shadow always binds him behind the bars.