Lover's Lane

Lover's Lane I see my lonely silhouette Beside a nightfall dark, Ragged as a cirrus yet Upon the moon embark. Wispy as my unkempt hair As a metamorphic dance, Swirling in the midnight air Upon which lovers glance. Yet hideous eyes interfere With beauty as it blooms, Souring every musty tear With deathly sweet perfumes. Love songs haunting lyrical Between each savoured kiss, As I gaze upon the pinnacle Of all the intimacy I miss. Never a song so sweetly sung Did sound of silent dirge, A distant choir that lay among Embraces that heaving merge. And what of starry eiderdowns That hide my naked shame? Indiscreet, their jealous frowns Still calling out my name. It is I who creep romantically Among cupids wasted darts, Dying here yet frantically Collecting discarded hearts. As moonlit dreams wash away In loves resigning rain, Soaked in melancholy grey I dance down lover's lane.