Come dear night,
My veil from all the
Dreadful tales of the world
As the sun spirals down
I welcome you with open arms.
Lie with me
Beaneath the moon
That’s not the least
Ashamed to spy on our
Little meeting.
The silence
Left in the wake of dead
Seems to be our piece,
Our cue for the ball
That didn’t happen till yet.
Perfect twirls—
I can’t help but
Feel your loneliness as comfort
To me ;
The night and I —
Perfect companions.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
Come dear night,
My veil from all the
Dreadful tales of the world
As the sun spirals down
I welcome you with open arms.
Lie with me
Beaneath the moon
That’s not the least
Ashamed to spy on our
Little meeting.
The silence
Left in the wake of dead
Seems to be our piece,
Our cue for the ball
That didn’t happen till yet.
Perfect twirls—
I can’t help but
Feel your loneliness as comfort
To me ;
The night and I —
Perfect companions.
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