20 September 2012
I could kiss the sharp night air,
Make breathless love to the,
Goddess Nocturnal,
I've fallen for her umbra,
I'd gladly sell my soul to her,
If I could live on as a star,
Shining, a beacon, after the
Setting of the sun,
Chasing the crescent
Of the pale, pleasant moon,
Wild and reckless,
Cutting a swathe through
The Black-blue satin of
The deepest sky,
Through the small hours,
Only to disappear again
At the break of dawn,
Leaving a burning hole
In the hearts, souls,
Of the night dwellers.
Nocturnal • Opuss № I