Quiet down my dear heart
And let your silence call him into your chambers
Oh the chase
I never know if you want me or not.
You are like a rain,
Sometimes pleasant, gentle soft.
Sometimes unseasonably heavy.
You are like a night,
Sometimes moonlit, misty.
Sometimes extremely dark and cold.
You are like dream,
Sometimes blissful and romantic.
Sometimes bizarre, incomprehensible.
You are like a talk,
Sometimes ribald, scurrilous.
You are like a wind,
Sometimes strong gusty.
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.
So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
silk sheets burst into flames
blood drops of a victimless crime
devour me with your ruby gaze
pray on me one last time.
someday it will
will come in.
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
we are all destined to love again, i am sure