In the dark depths of night.
My mind wanders tonight,
To a place where none can reach, without the candles dying light.
In the cold arena of night,
My thoughts take flight,
To a place that few know of where tears reduce sight.
In the starry-skied night,
My sadness gains height,
To a place that’s near, but seems so far,
Where things are set right…,
If only for the night.
K. Aldaya, 4/02
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
