Lost is the Night

Hour after hour, this lonely night,

I turned the leaves of poetry

And watched the driftwood in the fire,

And sought to bring you close to me;

Hour after hour, I read and watched

The pale moon riding down the sky

And filled my heart with written words,

As fragile, transient as a sigh...

Lost is the night; our song was not

In all the beauty that I read...

Lost is the night; the deepest love

Remains forever unsung... unsaid...