pīti

stillness of the night

the silk caress of peace

waltzing thoughts and dreams

taste darkness sweet release

–

what static in the light

curse and vexes so

bring this velvet black

to shroud torment and woe

–

we wander now in shadow

this air is only ours

your heart is against me

we fall into the stars

 

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