Dark, Dark Night Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Dark, dark night, the sorrow of my soul is such.
All warmth has sunk beneath the waters' cold touch.
Shivering, trembling, my lips are blue in its throes.
I am no longer the brilliant, ever-fragrant, spirit Rose.

My hand in your hand, clinging for life like a chain.
Will the sun shine, will it ever warm my limbs again?
A wandering soul, I was, feeling lost and turned astray.
You captured me, gave me life. It was my happiest day.

My darling Jack! I could feel my heart beating, free and wild,
when first I glanced at you, when you looked at me and smiled.
I could feel the butterflies, the half ecstasy and the pain.
I could not understand my feelings, my heart's touching strain.

You whispered to my soul by some mysterious magician's art.
You strolled across the distance and stepped into my heart.
You made me feel an angel, as though destined for the skies.
My universe was found in you; my galaxy, your lips and eyes.

In your strong hands, it was a forsaken maiden which you caught.
To think back on it now brings the most rapturous thought.
Ahh! Sweet visions, sweet memories, too deep to be effaced.
I close my eyes to dreams which can never be erased.

Your flesh on my flesh, as one, we are forever entwined,
sealed eternal within the hidden chambers of my mind.
Your image lives on, though the ship of dreams be wrecked.
You are safe within my heart, 'mid the ruins of intellect.

Dark, dark night, the sorrow of my soul is such.
All warmth has sunk beneath the waters' cold touch.
My hand in your hand, clinging for life like a chain.
Will the sun shine, will it ever warm my limbs again?