a love song

this is a love song for the night
of tragic days and dream’s delight
upon whose tightening knot and drape
shall one day venture no escape
‘til moonshine waxing, pallor grim
touching angels with no whim
amid the stars should they beget
concern that features might forget
so here in morbid fear await
the beating heart to soul create
and then could ask for hand in truth
remain with dark eternal youth
embrace the void, oh tender black
a sense of peace, no turning back

©2007 Hey Hey

DEAR HEY HEY
i am hearing it from the heart of a cuckoo
supani

Thanks for reading, dear Supani. We are few here at the moment and your presence is always valued.

this is really good Hey Hey... nicely done

Thanks JB.

Yes, I adore this one. I saw it on AuthorsDen and meant to reply to it there, but, since I am here, I will just tell you that it speaks to my heart, here and everywhere.

Thank you so much, my dear friend, just for being, for being there, for being here and everywhere.

Love,

+Stevie

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