Come to me only in the night;
when darkness shields
the liar’s eyes:
and truth is made irrelevant,
by passion’s weight—
...and loneliness
abides.
When all my virtue is no comfort,
and my diversions
are empty too—
come to me under cloak
of darkness;
for all I need my friend,
is you!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Come To Me Only In The Night
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2 comments:
Pithy and weighty and good as all eternal truths are. Another poem of yours written in stone not water. It lasteth forever.
You know I'm no pro in the Literature department... all I can tell you is that I loved this one... very much!
LaKari
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