Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
in this nightmare world of retrograde time
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Spiral out of control, lost lifes design
You were my anchor now gone such a crime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Need to find a new path draw out the line
Not play the fool in futile pantomime
Stare into the cosmos look for a sign
Days feeling like weeks dreams seem borderline
My home no longer the haven sublime
Dark days become nights the stars don’t align
Break free from bad feelings must not resign
My love is worth more than a tumbling dime
Stare into the cosmos finding a sign
Love all encompassing, truly divine
Is waiting to find me yours was a mime
Light days become nights the stars realign
Stare into the cosmos yes there’s a sign.
This is written in the form of a Villanelle.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 