Nocturne Love
Nocturnes penned from old glass reservoirs,
dipped black liquid notes of evening
Solemn, haunted, pale faced genius
passion built up sweet relieving
Knocking from the outside window
can't deter the work in progress
but to add a steady rhythm
to this melody of solace
Match the heartbeat, steal the soul
as gentle prodding often does
Nocturnes running through my bloodstream
tap me into midnight love.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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