Blues turn to gold and fade ashen violet on a soft summer night.
I walk again in the moonlight and feel the moss crush beneath my feet.
I hear a soft whisper through the trees, touching my heardened heart.
Fadded memories and shattered dreams float across the clear-blue lagoon I pass in my wake.
The moon is ever watchful and looks upon me with it's sad troubled eyes.
Where I am going I do not know, yet I feel I have walked this road before.
Something, somewhere, someplace is trying to catch me.
I feel a presence on the wind, in a song, in night and in day.
The past is catching me, or perhaps the future is pushing me forward.
A dark shadow fills me, envelops me, and I am wrapped in it's cold presence.
I fear the worst, as I run into the night.