Sadness In the Night...

In the night, I hear the gentle sighing of my heart, 
A lullaby drowned out by sunlight, 
And only brought to life by the moon’s silver glow…
I sit with my knees clasped, in silence, and listen, 
Drinking in the mournful melody of my lust – 
Of my tarnished but tenacious love
The lament of my heart is beyond beauty; 
But turgid with the black notes of its muted despair 
Quietly, my spirit weeps, and each tear is a prayer for you 
Each silent sob is a call to your own leonine heart 
A plea, from my vanquished soul to yours, 
Begging you to have mercy on me and my loneliness…
Asking you to please come, to travel through the night, 
And hold me in your arms again – 
To heal the scars you opened in my aching ribs, 
In the flesh of my tenderness 
But even as I cry out for you I know you will not come 
You can’t; for, ghost-like, you have vanished – 
Melted into the humid night, into the Vale of my tears 
You were like a glorious dream, gifted to me for too brief a time 
And like a fool, I lost myself so deep in you, 
That now I can’t find my way out; can’t forget your face 
Which lies, emblazoned in fire, inside my shuttered eyes 
Stupid and masochistic to the end I love you now, 
As easily as breathing, and as painfully as purgatory 
And so here I sit, an image of wistful sadness in the night, 
Dying a silent death in a pool of my heart’s bloody tears – 
The tears I cry for you…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Kendrick Avatar
August 31, 2009 at 12:42 PM
Don't get too deep in those bloody tears. Sara
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