Lonely Lane

There once was a dark and a dreary small road,

With its overgrown hedges, and upon which I strode

All too often, for I’d nothing better to do.

It was there that I thought most of you.

I found it while lying in robes fit for dying,

Still, I knew that the road stood for two.

Now, all these years later the road that I travel

Is paved with lost hopes and bright dreams that unraveled.

Whether forward or back I feel further away

From the heat of the night and the light of the day.

Whether windy and warm or when wintry and gray,

I will never give up, but the course I will stay.

This lane for the lonely lives up to its name,

And it seems I’m the only one playing its game.

There’s no reason nor rhyme, neither purpose nor pleasure;

Nothing more than a road where the traveler lost treasure.

I know every inch, every turn, and each hill;

I have not found you yet, but have faith that I will.

So for now, every day and each night I keep going,

Hoping soon that the winds of despair will stop blowing.

I feel in my heart when we meet you’ll remember

The way we both felt that first night in December.

As strange as the change from the night to the day,

I will travel this long lonely road all the way.