Weary the soul who for love searches

Along the highways of the night.

Pity the bird that strays and perches

Among the crags devoid of light.

Each night they wait for tranquil moments

Beneath the stars who watch and know

And when the winds relent and scatter

I know not where it is they go.

But always the winds renew their torments

Upon the living and the dead;

Howling, they rage, they claw and plunder

Lost souls and fledglings in their stead.

“Flee the night! Forsake the darkness!”

Plead the guardian stars above,

“Here you shall not taste of plenty

And surely shall not know of love.

Await the sun for he approaches

And feel the winds pass in his sway.

Upon his world no dark encroaches,

No discord mars his chosen day.

This dawn he soothes the blighted

And helps the bird to find her home.”

But will two hearts be united?

Nay, for they long the night to roam.