A Dark Poem by welkin siskin

And now the night sinks into darkness
Far down inside the obscurity of time;
Lapsed into quite of chamber,
A poet dips into thoughts for poetry!
In thoughts words play their choruses,
Their songs shift limbs into a melody.
Trying not to consign you to oblivion,
Missing, remembering,
Passion blazes like the flames of woods,
Night turns into a profound torpor,
And restlessness awakens like the night itself
Seen across through out the meadows.
@ Welkin Siskin