The nocturnal birds
are
singing
the lullabies
The exhausted stars
are
sleeping
in
the Stygian
skies
Nothing
is
glistening
The water of
the rill is
rippling
The light wind is
listlessly
playing
with my hair
Pearly
dew is
kissing
the pleasant petals
The sleepy
street is
being
forlorn


I'm peering
consciously
at the creamy
cornice
A photogenic countenance
in front of
my imagination
The object of
my affection
The insipid murk
and the blue
nights of
mine without you
The feelings of
mine are experiencing
torment
I'm repeatedly
whispering
"Te Amo..."