For the love of... Night |
"she is a mystery...of light and pain. Walking thru dreams she cast her lot,
giving her soul as only one of passion can do...she asks not for more than you
can give...." |
The mist of love and lust gather at her feet as she strolls the midnight hour to search for one who will empower her knowing full well the walk will be another dream. Each night she strolls...walking this lone avenue with heart open and warm searching...ever searching for the one to rescue her soul from this damnable emptiness. Crossing opened paths of dreams here and there she gives...easily, openly, and so purely hoping this will be the one to rescue her weary soul but knowing full well again...she'll walk alone. |
Her tears, just silver droplets in the night shed always alone, always within never showing but a smile never revealing her pain. When she comes to you in her mysterious dream will you know more than the physical being? will you even care? touch her mind...touch her soul. If she comes to love you rest assured, it's a love sublime she will live for you she will even die for you. |
She'll ask for no more than you can give nor beg for your touch she will silently slip away when you...yet another...refuse her. For the love of Night...she asks not much in return but your passion and fury of love and the warmth of your touch on a full moon night she will take you to the limits of your mind. |
"her love...waits in shadows of the night, crying to be found...searching forever...searching" |
-NightCry- 7/31/01 6:27pm |
Well I must say at this time...I have had much help on this Night series... Thank you Don for your help on this one, your always willing to let me pound you with pieces of ideas and always helpful in guiding me with the feeling that I am trying to portray in each piece...you've been wonderful! |