By the time I find my words It is time for you to say good night, It is time for you to put the children to sleep, It is time for you to switch off the kitchen lights.
By the time I find my words A dog or two is awake beneath the street neon lamps, The night-watchman whistles his presence, And the owls have begun to hoot.
I find my words deep into the night My lips have moved all through the day though, Speaking words that are not mine, Acting like someone I am not.
Pages fill up with rivers of thought, My hand moves briskly in place of my wary lips, I discuss my day with my shimmering silhouette, That gives company other than the flickering lamp.
When I do find my words In company of the desperate midnight moon, And the sordid roads, and the morbid trees, I am alive – but alas, you are not there to know.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I
In the darkest of hours, I still knew there will be dawn, You will arise like a sun, To fill me with light and warmth, To make the world beautiful for me, To make me your Queen, In the chariot
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Poignant intensity of failed love. Past master of building a world of dream.
It is really awful !