Many Nights of Wonder

Many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere pulling me asunder where the passion, pain and fear drift along the anectdotal memories that bind a whispered touch upon the crutch of lovers left behind. Amidst the the plundered visionary softness so severe many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere decaring rights of ownership uopn my altared pride revealing sights of past delights and hurt I cannot hide. Carried by the altruistic symphony's parade buried deep within the masochistic masquerade many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere but nothing fills the hunger of my heart without you here. Revolving resolution cringes cowardly inside soaking sadly in the selfish puddles I have cried though never will I breathe again the essence of you near many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere.