Under the Night Sky of Strangers

Beneath the lines of selfless sympathy
In the course of living free…
We find ourselves in the midst of undying misfortune…

Underneath the skies of rumors and denials…
Strangers we have become…
We find ourselves lost in words of regret…

Under the pale skies of this unforgiving gossip…
Tattletales of people inexperienced with the summer skies…
We discover ourselves strangers again…

Beneath the night sky of strangers…
In the darkest of times….
We lie in our deepest thoughts…searching for meaning…

Underneath the soft shadows of my Irish moon…
Within the grip of denial…
We realize the truth to our past…

Under the perfect clouds of deception…
Illusions of a faultless love affair….
We became unfamiliar to the pain of our own memories.

Strangers again under these doubtful skies of life…

DOS 2/26/05