Alone In The Guise Of Night Poem by Rey Sanidad

How can a heart play any more with life,
After it has found a woman and known tears?
I have to close the eyes of my soul
so that I may not see what stands between her and me.

Still I have to shut the ears of my heart
so that I may not hear the voice that vanishes her.
In vain I shut my windows against the moonlight
I have caused sleep to be hostile.

The flower of her face is growing in the shadow
Among warm and rustling leaves
But I have to stop my emotions or deep passion
so that I may not know what she want, a friend or a lover.

Here is the almond-coloured dawn,
And there is dew on the petals of my night flower.
I see the sunlight on her house, her curtains of vermilion silk
But I shall never see her tired sleep
In the bed that makes her beautiful.

Yet I think I know her turning sigh
And her trusting arm's abandonment
For they are the picture of my night that never ends.
Let me cut the cords of my life of my desolate being,
since cursed is my emotions and deep passions.