Forgotten midnight shadows
through my empty room.
No touch is as cold
as this of my loyal visitor.
Draped in silent moonlight
and bejewelled in funereal black
my friend, the night
brings me armfuls of tears
and garlands of sighs.
With serpentine languor
and furtive attentions,
my Nightwing companion
takes me by the hand,
surrounds
me
enfolds me
annoints me with regrets.
We dance, Nightwing and I,
through lost, dark realms
we hardly know.
The blush of his flesh
glows palest grey.
The rush
in his veins
is wise
and deathly sharp.
The tender gazing in his eyes,
I cannot
and will not
deny.
Alone, we two
we
sway
we drown
in a throng of shrouded mists
sepulchral, rapacious,
divine.
Devoured in somnambular splendour,
a howl of solitude swims into
my waiting heart.
And yet
this is all,
this is
all
there is to hold.
Just a fugitive shadow
in the emptiness
Just a soundless voice
in the forgotten night
Just an echoing void
in the distance
that offers me
its phantom arms.
Now in the embers
of sorrows dominion,
Blessed
by the canopy
of Winter's
burning light,
will I find or lose
my reason?
Will I grasp or numb
this pain?
And when
at last
the curse of
Life
has lifted
Will I wish for love again?
