Songs Sung In The Dark Poem by David Blake

Words meaningless vessels passing
through time conveying what is and
was but they themselves are no more.
Traveling distances measureless to
man, across the vast expanse of time
trying in vain not to be forgotten.
Through the mist of life and the storms
of regret and chaos we see only in
part what they would have us believe.
What now is lost can’t be reclaimed,
the shadows consuming my thoughts, I
try again to pray.