The Departure

How come are you here
Two decades since nightfall
The night was to be forever
The dark was said to last

The wine of departure
A potion bitter at first
Shall one leave a mark
Or be a mark oneself

To depart is to return
To leave is to stay it is said
To decide is to hesitate
Next decade will wait for me

A new night will fall like a backward dawn
A new dark will rise like an inverted sun

Yet one will not depart
How come am I here
Ten years after midnight
The night was said to be forever

The dark was said to last
The wine of departure
A potion sweet with time
Shall one leave a mark
Or be a mark oneself

To depart is to return
To leave is to stay it is said
To decide is to hesitate
Next decade will wait for me

I will be here then
And everthing will be true