Tragic Song

Here I am again,
Friends with the night.
An emptiness takes over while my thoughts take flight.

I'm dusted by the desert moon,
The sound of coyotes distant, fright.
But you're not here nor there,
So peace I find, and life I might.

But aching heart
And empty soul...
Sings songs unsung
That no one knows.

I scream and kick,
And toss and moan,
These words unsung... and here they grow.

Simply still,
That child I knew.
Furthermore,
Became and grew.

But here I am,
Caged and bare.
Grasping at, desert air.

I dance and sing,
A tragic song.
One that's familiar,
All night long.