I asked my love, in shadows deep,
To stay with me, our promises to keep.
Do not go dark, my heart implores,
For in your light, my soul restores.

How gentle is love, like whispered sighs,
A melody that beneath the moonlight lies.
Yet anger creeps within our final breath,
As we face the cold embrace of death.

How best women and men depart,
In the dying light, a work of art.
They rage against the encroaching night,
A symphony of souls taking flight.

In the depth of darkness, they strive,
Dying against the odds, determined to survive.
My father, a beacon in the starry abyss,
Guiding me through life’s poignant bliss.

How we grieve in the silent night,
Wondering about love, a celestial light.
Blinding, yet tender, in its glorious might,
An eternal flame burning bright.

The night, a canvas for our sorrows,
Yet love persists, transcending tomorrows.
In the quiet hours, we find solace deep,
As memories of love in our hearts we keep.

:: 02.04.2024 ::

Upon the canvas of the velvet night,
Bright stars adorn the vast expanse with light.

Whispers of love, the night breeze conveys,
In sycamore trees, where melodies play.

Feathered minstrels, in twilight’s embrace,
“say you love me hold me tight and kiss me
Sing songs of affection, weaving grace.

Dream, oh dream, in the quiet moon’s decree,
A little dream of love, sweet reverie.

Bid “Night-ie night,” a tender adieu,
A kiss bestowed, as vows are renewed.

Hold me tight, in the shadows’ decree,
Promise to miss me, in the vast sea.

Alone, I am, in the midnight’s blue hue,
Dreaming of love that is strong and true.
Stars may fade, their brilliance withdrawn,
Yet my heart lingers, until the dawn.

A kiss, a craving, in the night’s reprieve,
Longing to linger, and sweet dreams achieve.
From dusk till dawn, the yearning persists,
A silent declaration, sealed with soft mists.

Sweet dreams, like sunbeams, shall find their way,
Chasing worries, as night turns to day.
In the realm of dreams, where realities flee,
Dream a little dream, my love, of me.

The celestial ballet, a final bow,
As stars bid adieu, fading somehow.

Yet the echo lingers, in the night’s decree,
Dream a little dream, eternally.

:: 02.01.2024 ::

I wish that tear to be
so pure, a true drop-see;
Innocent expression, true,
conjured from the depths of me.

A sad apple’s biting taste,
sparrow hills, burning in haste.
Yet, my dress falls gracefully,
a journey from here to a serene there.

Ageless tears witness desire,
each frame a flash, my soul afire.
I wish for rain to dance with me,
and cloud-thunder only an eye-God sees.

What I am inside always,
just me, under the gaze of endless days.

:rev: 01.01.2024:

[orig: 04.15.2014]