Oh, Sinister Night

 

Like all great poets,

I too write of loves

long gone by;

of their fading traces

along my skin –

seldom touched,

seldom loved.

All I've felt

once upon a time

I've felt deeper

Than any abyss –

Of darkness, lack of light.

Oh, sinister night,

You weary old man,

Whisper to me your secrets;

Tell me of the lovers You've had.

Their taste on your lips,

Sweet mingling bitter –

Zartbitter.

Oh, sinister night,

You dreadful old soul,

where do your memories lie,

where is your heart lain to rest,

until the ends of all time;

until the days break no more with light.

Wherein lie your faded words;

Once rich with your voice,

Now whistling like the windblown sands,

Oh, sinister night,

You unfortunate knight,

I write with you now,

Like great poets once upon a time,

of loves long lost, forever gone by,

mingling with the fading , forgotten time.