A Starless Night

Stars, remote and wondrous, try to console another wretched soul... not mine, that one which bore a tremendous loss; and no song being sung by me would add to the tone! My wine isn't as sweet as honey, begone are those delightful nights of intimate embraces, enhanced by wild and sensational kisses; but spring, with all the dainty flowers, withheld the true passion from me: to defy my reality... vanishing quicker than shadows! And gazing at a starless night with a lifeless breath, a banishing doubt can bring on sadness... watching no shooting stars cross the awesome Universe; only reviving hope with some significant verse! Why do you wait for morning, betrayed lover? Her fidelity wasn't as infinite as your profound certainty! Shallow and disillusioned...assuring no existence, contemplating instant death to substitute incoherence... to let a starless night empty itself of desire, but combating a dubious feeling adds more to your dire! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci