Forgotten

Another little Poem.

Dull and emotionless on this empty night,
Foggy and grey is the glowing light,
Looking for what can not be found.

And yet I look,
In the air,
In the sound,
Of the growing dark,
And the falling thoughts,
Shattering and burning on the frozen ground,
I take them and sort them out,
Trying to place them form whence they came,
Re-organized thoughts are never the same.