Sunday, July 27, 2014

Dead of Night

Silence in the dead of night
Makes waning stars tremble with fright
Makes your lips seem so so far,
Further than that dying star;
Dying is our love tonight.

Words which only we knew say,
Thrills we had each coming day,
All will turn to memories,
Turn to gold, like autumn leaves......
Why do you pretend to stay?

Why did we not ever know
Our love to shelter from this foe?
I break the silence with my cry,
And somewhere in the broken sky
A lonely star has lost its glow...

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