Dark desires

Written by: Mark Norton

   Dark desires

Too silent creep’s our dark desires
Here ‘neath this twilight spent,
For there shall rest no love divine 
Nor the warmth of a lost tomorrow, 
But the sound is born with gentle strains  
In this night of dark desires

For truth is kept for purity
And lies are long forgot,
And passion remains till its run its course  
And its truth has passed away,
But the ages are all bound to us
And clasped with a drop of gold 

Abandoned all our dark desires
When came the simple light,  
And arises from out our own intent
Things gone to the twilight spent;
But solitude holds the innocent 
In memory of dark desires

                                  By m.norton