Do Not Go Disappear Into That Gentle Night Poem by tayte palmer

do not go disappear into that gentle night
within the luminosity of day,
the reckoning is sweet
on the tip of the lips of mine,
when bitter tears of meta angels go
perfect flow,
their broken limbs are thrown,
their throats are full of joy,
the thoughts that i consume,
maybe we should let them rest
forever in lonesome pools.
do not disappear,
we still have the night to go,
the dawn must be kicking in,
the good day is in my mind,
sorry!
the anguish was intoxicating
and deep down know it lingered
inside of my quiescent mouth.
do not go disappear into that gentle night
possessed by the brightest of moons,
a glittering star in your eye,
i'll still be that young and blue,
a naive glimpse of light
through all of that gentle nights
you made your own for us.