Nocturnal Cravings

I'll sit on the roof and watch the moon I'll swallow the pain And let my tears flow! I'll pretend there is a violin with me I'll pretend that the moon dances As I play the saddest tunes ever Merely because the creepers creeping out Of my heart have become weak, Ready to wilt and dry up As lost in love, I choose to hold on tight to the mysticism That guides me on my way! I'll pretend that I am the only one to glow In Love's warmth, That like me, the needy tugs tugging at him Have become urgent As urgent as a life to be saved As urgent as greens which are to blossom As urgent as is the cause of finding a way To save the life forms of Earth before doom strikes! I'll sit on the roof and watch stars I'll try to tell myself that both Love and I Will strive hard to make our way back there To where it all has a meaning! I'll tell myself that Love is that which is needed To allow humanity to keep on rolling I'll pretend that all around me I see its genuine essence instead of the selfishness And the sinful hue That has invaded it! I'll dream, wide awake of those dreams I've had Those dreams which had spelled out loud and clear That my soul belongs to my chosen lover That together, tangled in a bond, we shall be saved From the murky swamps in which we are treading But which we perceive as being solid runways for our planes! I'll sit, till the cold envelops my senses Till my nose starts running Till my voice gets hoarse Till my eyelids droop, worn and spent I'll sit and shed off my vanity, my pride, my ideals, I'll tear them off and burn them Till shall remain of me, A maiden, a lost soul, frail and too weak to even whisper Needing the strength of that chosen love, Love which has been thrust upon me By the Goddess watching over me! I'll sit and wait for the warm embrace of it An embrace which shall last as long as Existence would want And which would allow me To fill my pen with my tears And to write Of it all, To be left as a memento of how beautiful Love can be In a hopeless world!