Black Night
Black night, black thoughts merging into one
No sword shall sever this gordian knot
that binds my being in longing and despair
My tortured soul cries out
filled with a longing to crush
the things that torment me so
I see them with the mind's eye
and would strangle them
but they recede into the shadows
to mock me anew in ripened time
But now let my soul be at rest
even for a fleeting moment
for I am finally free
Free!
The very sound is music to my ear
filling the mind with such fantasies
that leap to the heavens
and leaves me panting just alive
As a man who is spent I rest
and waves of gentleness flood my soul
The thought of a tender kiss
the smell of a rose, Jove's nectar
soothes my being and sets my soul at ease
to gather up courage
to face another day
(wrote this at a dark period in my life in my 20s)
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