Whispers In the Night - Lament For Lost Love

Whispers in the night, they come With honey crooning litanies of All that wallows lost within the Vortex of a callow past. In their soporific tongues, their Cargo loaded semaphores, that I can barely strain to glean, or Know as some iconoclast. They pass the language baton-like from Lips to ears to seething brain with Codes too dense to ever break, Treacle-black and cold. I thus relent and pacify my Radiant dreams of what could be and Hush them up obediently To do as they are told. Whispers in the night, they come, Devil dark and angel white, cry Sweetly in memoriam at Something I once nursed. They breathe the sorrow I endure, for Foolish dictates I enforced, and Drove the stake into the heart Until it shrank and burst. And as I flinch at every line, they Speak the script relentlessly, so Truth in brightest clarity Settles in the light. A wish, a self-fulfilling prayer, I Mourn your lost proximity, Seeps melancholy into me As whispers in the night.