A Mystical Night: The Ode to Nature

It was and is 
a mystical night
of purity and cleansing.

In a house of grey
it's a mystical light
that's seen from
afar. 

It is and was 
a relieving sense of
security.

In a dawn of orange
it's a mystical morning
that's wanted from
everywhere.

A morning
a night
the dark
the dawn
that I want
wanted. 

My eyes blue
and dead
but fighting
until the end.

They fleetingly
watched the leaves fall 
as a mystical night 
rolled to the next.

And the next 
after that
but never the same.

Where did that house
go now in the light?

I could fight
or fall
or wait for just another
mystical night.