This is one of my favorite pieces of poetry. Haven't been able to determine the original source but I picked it up from the .plan file of a senior. A pretty odd place to look for good poetry but pays off at times :)
To all my friends,
Life isn't fun anymore.
This isn't that long-looked for break of day,
That those comrades in arms set out in search of,
Hoping that in heaven's wide void,
Somewhere must be the star's last halting place,
Somewhere the verge of night's slow washing tide,
Somewhere an anchorage for the ship of heart ache.