On such a night with no starts
And no sky up above
Do the clouds touch the ground
And give chill to these bones of old.
With heavy heart and clouded mind
I sit shaking in the electric light of
Tomorrows dreams and hopes
Born of thought and since on this
Night of no sky.
Still are birds and bats
No crickets sing there song
Of love and orchestral splendor.
Only the wind and cool breeze
And I to mark the start of the new day
On this night of no sky.
Just me, myself and I.