Bet it All on Black

Still, it's dark, 

From where I've come, 

Long I've waited 

To pass the storm. 

This growing haste 

On balmy nights, 

Of who will love us 

Under endless skies? 

Condemned this ground 

Where words left shunned, 

Placed my dreams 

Into a thoughtless urn. 

Bid my time 

And chanced their run, 

On a still lone thought 

Bearing a carrow'd fortune. 

Placing it all on 

. . .Y o u. . .