Beneath the vault of light
So many nights we dance
with echoes That free the muse
And inject the mind with inky knots
That drift from memories to dreamscapes
Washed upon thoughts
To bleed on the page a sigh of morphine
Deep as the hue of red wine
Starching out towards the void
As if eternity was anything
Whispering our deepest fears to awkward angles
Stillness passes our eternal night
So come poets scared and alone
I will follow you into the darkness
And when we sleep
We’ll dream of the sweetest things
For there still a little light that shines in our tired eyes