Wednesday, August 26, 2009

How dare the nightingale sing
Filling my ears with music's poison
When all I need or want to hear
Is merely thy voice from lips of crimson

How dare the sunlight glow at dawn
Waking me up from dreams divine
Torn asunder with a frown
For not thou arms I'd surely die...

[Midnight romance just hits me sometimes...I'm not Shakespeare but I hope you enjoy; to E.P.]

3 comments:

Paul said...

Nice!

Dan Glăvan said...

going offtopic a little bit...where have you disspeared? no pictures...no poetry...no songs...nothing. Qu'est-ce qui se passe? :) excuse my french, it's very rusty.

eternity forever said...

Well...the inspiration wasn't there...promise to write something new as soon as possible...