Flying Solo

I've been writing this poem on and off for almost ten years now. Most of the time it has been publicly available somewhere - now it is here. The formatting has gotten a little crazed over the various transfers from text file to system file to html to word to text file to... you get the idea.

Flying solo

You feel the winds
You scale the skies
You know freedom
You know eternity
But when the day is done
and night commands its tithe
You struggle on unaided
For you are pilot, helm and nav.
You take command
You take control
You take the lead
You take the rear
But every time you turn
and while the night descends
You find yourself a beacon
Alone against the flames.
You find your love
You find your dream
You hear her voice
You see her face
But she does not return
and night is only memories
Your voice screams out alone
Though she will never hear.
You run to help
You run to save
You reach the scene
You reach for Hell
But they will never thank you
and no one will remember
The night you lost your hope
The innocence drowned in pain.
You fight the night
You fight the fear
You fight for hope
You fight for truth
But you can never beat them
nor even truly hurt them
Night goes ever ever on
You will someday die.
You wish upon a star
You wish upon a name
You call upon a hope
You call upon a soul
The souls that seek you out
seeking help, sending help
Night can’t drown them out
However much you beg.
You close your eyes
You hide your heart
You cloak your dream
You end your hope
But fate can always see
And always bides its time
At night it comes again
Bringing nightmare dreams.
You sense the past
You see it come
You try to hide
You try to run
But the past can still ensnare
Your future past to show
The nights that could have been
The lights that never were.
You feel the clouds
You scale the stars
You touch the moon
You touch your heart
But no one will record it
and night demands its tithe
You struggle on unnoticed
For you are all alone.