The Lonely Hour Poem by Lora Colon

Once again, I'm sailing alone at dusk,
No companion to help rig the mast;
So much pain accrued in my solitude,
The lonely hour approaches fast

Gathering clouds conceal the moon's bright glow,
Now I know all too well what this means,
The dark shadows fall, then I hear the call.....
The Court of Loneliness convenes

I see the stars lighting the firmament,
Yet, where I dwell, all is bleak and dour;
With my heartstrings torn, and my life forlorn,
No beacon lights my lonely hour

Was ever a chain of woe forged so strong.....
How did loneliness acquire such power?
The clock chimes, but how strange - time does not change,
Once again, it's the lonely hour

I'm lost in a forest of broken dreams,
Searching for Love's enchanted bower,
Then, in the distance, with dark persistence,
A bell tolls the lonely hour

Is there no escape, no place I can hide!
Why do bells toll from every tower?
How can I forget what comes at sunset....
The torment of the lonely hour!