The fall of the sun�s empire,
The slow rise of the kingdom of the moon.
Ethereal whispers fill the night,
The shadows, the corners of my mind,
And I hear your voice.
Darkness settles over all,
And enfolds the world in its blind embrace.
The veil drapes across the faithless eye,
But within its depths, my ancient soul
Still can see your smile.
Lost is your warm touch to me,
Stolen by the thief of life eternal.
Yet, the joyful rapture of the pain,
When candle�s flame meets my ancient flesh,
Revives your caress.
Night is the thief of the mind,
And memories flee on the wings of time.
Though I recall not the taste of wine,
Your skin�s sweetness lingers on my tongue,
And I taste it still.
Luna�s bouquet is fragrant,
And filled with a miasma of fine scents.
None, however, is as beautiful,
Or holds itself to my timeless dreams,
As the smell of you.
One sweet moment, time will come,
To turn its eye on my forgotten heart.
And, when I face the angels� judgment,
They ask my greatest joy, I shall say
�I was loved by her.�
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