The steadiness of night does
Please me, ever so well with
Calming reason to breathe and
Live and sprint with joy.
A joy only felt by the flesh of one
Pierced by the spears of
Cupid, himself.
A joyful pond, indeed,
And I only kneel before pain
Because I wish to quench my
Thirst
And drink from the pond of
Joy.
It is so hard to rest, if you have
Tried to do so in my eyes,
You would never catch sleep.
Would never taste the dreary
Milk of stars and moons in
God's galaxy because my
Heart strings are strummed by
You and a symphony of a
Dozen
Other angels.
If day does not make a come
Hither motion to me and my
Existence, I do not care,
For I have heard your voice and
Seen your eyes and
Touched your skin.
What more is there to wait for
If not you?