From fright of movement in the night,
the shadows cast such gloom upon my
room, where lights are dim and sin is
within and hidden to some but in plain
view of me this night.
Oh my sorrow do I feel losing you
to shades of grays and blacks cast
across my walls, the curtains hung
are dripping with fear, knowing that
you were once here to caress this
dreary lonely room, I must drink
and fall between the cracks of life
where once we danced, laughed
and embraced each other
throughout the endless nights.
Will you comfort me as I dwindle
trying to pen some sense into my
words that don’t come very clearly?
Or will you tantalize me with your
ghostly beauty that fades before
my tired eyes that weep for you
each night in solitude and loss.
How we loved, and walked together
in our gardens, roses bloomed and
thorns did not prick, the scent of
your perfume lingers close, I close
my eyes and you are here among
the living waiting to follow you
my sweet lady of the night.
Take my hand and lead me to
where you are, I am ready.
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