I let upon a darkened place watching starlight in the grip of night,
silver embers strewn about the solemn fingertips of dark.
The hand of midnight cold, adorned with pearls of silent far off fire
even colder yet.

I watched through the hours, or so it seemed to me
But the silent hand of midnight jeweled has robbed my sense of passing points
and laid it gently ere aside,
and I succumb to sweetest theft, seduced, I surrender
all and any knowledge of moving, ticking time.

Such are the nights spent in your company
Such are the shadows filled with all your flesh
Such are you and I