Night SongNight song
Do you really listen to the night? Do you hear the song even on a crisp, quiet winter evening of winter come? Can you hear the song it sings? Can you imagine it transcending this world of what is to envelop you in its vast hands?
If you could possibly capture it and hold on-If you could tap into the night's life source, would you do it?
Or would you find yourself afraid of what is unseen-what could be lying in wait?
I love the night most especially. I love its ravaged calm, its manifested subtlety, its singing song enrapturing. The very voice of night sooths and heals me. The essence it brings touches senses I'd long since forgotten. But, most of all, it is alone I feel-left to dream what I may.
Still, and yet moved by the black shroud that sheathes in overlapping folds from which one cannot ever escape if allowed to fall into the labyrinth. It is the night that allows you to be who you truly are inside and out.
Cutthroat Killjoy 2009
a choice of loveA choice of love
She alone on a moonless night, luminous skin makes her seem quite bright
Waits in silent for her dark knight, she clad in leather and lace of a crisp white
Her knight comes to her late tonight, he clad in leather also, black and tight
Lips part hips sway with the breeze, he takes her in arms with delicate ease
It is her love by whom she'll be freed, but an exchange of something he pleads
She must give in to night to truly see, but there's a cost, no more days to be
Upon this request she takes his hand, strides across the calm forested land
To you I give my heart and soul to have, as she held in her palm time sands
Limited is the life of a mortal soul, when asked to join the ranks of immortals
Especially when love is the true toll, what say you in return to loved fellows
Skye went tonight to begin a new stroll, never mind the sun as a minor shortfall
Cutthroat killjoy 2009