Whispers Of Night


In life and death..I will still love


Those eyes are lurking from thick darkness

like fiery red burning beads..

a song of leaves that takes away the grief

sweeping off the bloodred horizon.



My cloudy sky is like an adorned tapestry

as the air is filled with voices..

love pearls melt in the ocean of our hearts

sometimes sultry, sometimes merciless.



Before dawn comes, bloody time of sacrifice

we chase together shadows unseen..

both in life and death.Frozen and surreal

lost within a sequence of the dream.



In my soul, this kiss of yours still burns

as I take the pledge of loneliness..

no other I could ever love..but you

in life and death..I will forever love!

Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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