I sat Brooding in the pale of the dark misty moonlight

Dulcet eyes of the evening owls bore down on me 

Stairs that burned holes in my solum shell

Murmurous whispers of the evening creatures coming to life

Surrounding me

Wobegon without recalling of a fond memory 

Sprinkles of cold rain sank beneath the sleeves

Heavy from a day's labor unrelenting 

Favor do not go further than you are already deep

Just beyond reach

As the warm morning suns dust began to scatter throughout the sky 

Still, I sat upon the branch of the evening tree 

Vestigial flickering of the light once bestowed upon me 

I began to see the life I used to lead

One that once surrounded me 

Now beyond reach