Nightflower

Of an emboldened soul I dream, On the cliffs above uncharted wastelands, Shall I dare to march on and to seem Intoxicated from her kisses or holding hands? Or give away my solitary pride For a glimpse of her smile, In the nights when the Moon is in the bedroom, When the nightflower is set to bloom, When she is ready to adore and to groom? I am not going to dare to assume, Nor will I entirely consume the love offered O, I am not going to rip my belt Nor will I kill the love felt In the night when she is around I will pick her up from the ground Pin against the wall, look for her soul and her shine While she is helpless and entirely mine. In the wolf’s eyes there are no cries But the universe of the blue skies. You better stop to search, and embrace your find Live the love with your heart and with your mind.