In what light am I undone
that morning stars lead you away
and with the rising of the sun
you bid farewell you cannot stay.
For morn brings mourning to my eyes
and here upon my trembling lips
lie echos of those gentle sighs
that with this night so gently slips.
from hands that plead with lack of voice
yet speak aloud both want and need
for this is circumstance not choice
that seperates and intercedes.
Pray twilight hear my anguished heart
and offer solace to my soul
as I once more am torn apart
without the love that makes me whole.
So I with muted tongue your name pronounce
as darkness kills stone dead our bliss
and mornings manic smile doth trounce
the chance of one last goodnight kiss.