The music of silence
Played aloud in peace
The lost lovers dance to these
Tunes unheard, sweet melancholy
The winds of west have brought it along
This feeling I so long
I wish to say I dream of her
I wish to say I miss her smile
I wish to say I loved her
But I do not wish to lie
For me my love has never had a source
My alfa and omega is the bare skin
Nights of intertwined pleasurable agonies
Cries muted or muffled
Sheets of lenin drenched in love
When me and her are one
Married for the night.
Lovers in the day
Players in the game
Strangers after a month
This is the life I choose
The night I choose
The day of moonlight I choose
the shameful night hid in her black veil
its treachery to the lovely day so unforgiving
still in her bosom of guilt I find refuge
the day may be delighting
the day must be joyful
but I do know its not where I belong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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