keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

The rain d
                   r
                     i
                       p
                         s
                 as the man walks do
                                                        w
                                                             n
     the str e e t,           It is dark, yet light.
                  Night, yet day.

         Thought, and emotion....
  
Knowledge,                                        ­                                          and fear.
        

        "Fear." The thing that can destroy any man.
Or bring them from the ashes.

The moon is a question mark,
A door of the night
And I am none of its answers
But I enjoy the conversation

alluring astute astounding
       creature
        born of
  
moonlightraysandkissesofoshun           wavesonbaretoesatmidnight
pleads

sotto voce

as the hiss of gaslights hush

& darkness
                  

                
          l           o           p           e           s           t           h         e                                                                              
                                                                                                
       e                                                                                               r                                                                                                        
                                                                                                      
      v                                                                                                    o
                                                                                                                    
   n                                                                                                          o

e                                                                                                                  m                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  


like death taking a young child innocently playing





         despite her   des  pair it cry

she could not be heard
for they did not see
                          her


trapped there
  betwixt

         the fall and the rise


              a ray of the full moon for ever trapped in her own eclipse

                                         seeingallyetforeverunseen
                                         brilliancetrapedintheblackholeofeternalnight

born under a dead star

sun extinguished

nothing rising stillhopeagainhopeagainhopeagainhopeonhopealways as
                                    whispers f
                                                      a
                                                         l
                                                           l
            
                                                                            
   muteondea f earsaretruerthanboogiemenunderthebed




moon aglo behind her with no mirror to reflect
             her luminosity

                  into the endless night


                                       she & her

                                       solitaryexistance              vanish
                                                   into


infin i..........
                                               t