Obsidian are the skies,
Night-time falls like dew.
Teary eyes are laid to rest,
Head, to blissful slumber;
Enchanted, dream-filled sleep.
Winds gently wrap around
In blanket-fashion, bringing warmth, as
Nectar from the stars
Graces lips with a kiss,
Soothing away all pain.
Opening slowly, a tender heart
Feels love's awakening touch.
All troubles dissolve for just one night.
Dreaming another hour,
Reveling in imagination,
Entertaining visions of love,
Again, lingering in a fantasy world;
Morning will come soon enough. |