One drunken night

One drunken night

I waltzed out of the club.

I left the strobe effects 

And softened sinking lights,

To smoke a cigarette

In silent air of empty streets.

I walked about,

With nothing much in mind,

I saw the sadness

That grips the fool

Who sits down in a sullen corner

Waiting for a saviour,

I saw the earnest of two strangers

Joining in the moonlight.

I saw the melancholy

Of a gothic church

rising tall, over spotlights in the dark.

And as the bus wound up the hill,

I heard the laughter ring,

The empty thrill of empty people

Waiting on a miracle.

And I loved them all,

The damned, the young,

The soon to be condemned.

I loved them all, because I knew

What lay in store for them.