Night Lit

A night, lit by stars.

A man, lit by smoke.

A heart, recompensed by tears.

Dejection digs deep now,

unearthing a familiar corner

where old despair restores itself.

A drop of hope burns down to a bribe.

The sauntering moon walks with me,

the only presence reminding

I am worthy of her existence.

But some nights mortify the mourning

until all that's left is silence.