When the sun comes down, setting through my window
I feel contended while the dusk glows on my carpet.
There saw a phantom haunting the mirror, it was love at first sight.
But my phantom requests a new lover to conquer.
Through its grey haze I see every night,
An angel sailing through the night’s deep ocean
Draped in dark wraps of mystery, feline and fragile in motion.
Masking more about her than all can tell;
In havens strange she weathers storms ******
And holds some unreal lover in her eyes.
Or perhaps she walks this world unknown
Adrift like me, upon the depths of nights.
I glide back to the start, soaring with the angel,
Only to lose it in murky halo, appeased yet so alone.
Night revealing its symphony for the lovers, rain falling unbrokenly on the catacombs.
As night ripens black to become longstanding,
A longing, lifetime old, rose from grave deep within my emotions.
Considering to open myself to ceaseless night’
Seductive and soothing caresses, formed of ecstasy.
I see myself in the mirror, not enemy with the time-not anymore,
I put away all my pride for the phantom to breath into my heart.