As Twilight rises, sweet Daylight cries out,
Like the caw of a crow lost within the trees,
To be released from the bondage without
Your Love, that my Soul feels, down to my knees.
They're weak and weary, my thoughts Dark and dreary,
Comfort me, as the Night sky closes in.
And thoughts of the Past always leave me leary,
Thinking Karma will catch up with my Sin.
My only Sin was loving you, to your core,
Your memory a Ghost, haunting my dreams at night.
And loving the memory of a memory no more,
Leaves me chilled like an actor with stage fright.
But Night, she comes, and washes my Soul
Anew, with thoughts of the fleeting bliss of your touch,
And Pine trees quietly sway in their Green Glow,
And I know even alone, I am loved much:
By the Gentle Kiss of Spring's soft warm air,
By the amorous birds making love each day,
By the April Night's Moons' Halo'd stare,
By the Grace of God each and every day.
So as Nighttime closes, Earth's light fades out,
And as my eyelids close, it's you I never want to live without.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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