I followed the night whispers
 I traversed all the hundred empty roads
   I felt sure that along the myriad turns
     Someday I'd lose you amongst all the loads

All along with me
 The moon moved at its own pace
  Waxing, veining-crescending
    For a bit I smiled, for a bit I cried and I thought this was my space
     It felt alright, it felt all fine- the life that I was living