Sun setting at my back. Moon rising from my feet. Thoughts drifting away. Memories of hurt and dismay Hurling around my mind. Thinking of times when no one else was there. Alone, in the Dark, Where thoughts take on charicatures of past and present memories. Then Stars begin to twinkle. Red is gone from the sky. Life becomes a tranquil night, with vivid, bright stars. Peaceful Dreams finally a drift