The story of the night

That night when you came to my room

Touched my hand, caressed my unquenched lips,

The unquiet stars, ramblings of the moon,

Let us not unite.

Murmur, spreading its wings in the vein

Desire flexing its way into the heart

Seduction wrapped in the night’s cloak

Rained heavily through the frame.

Herald of the morning

In the drop of the dew

The world screaming us to gather

pieces of us strewn around.

Floating in the stream of momentous past

You guide me to exile,

Away from thy existence, Close to the sighs.

You came the following night

Riding on the pinions of hallucinations

Grandeur, hark I hear your enticing eyes

Salvaged but ravaged in time.

Halt, thee prince of trance

Seek what belongs to you not

Conceived in the womb of yearning

Submission is waiting for salvation.