Eternal Night

How I long for that darkness to fall, and never get back on its feet again; these are the moments when I, in love, pour my soul into the whispers between your body and mine. Such is the whisper of kisses that make me who I am, oh how passion kindles creation, that if I should slow down enough I would miss everything; it's quicker than light- ning and softer than thunder when its steel gray repose shakes the sky into quiet submission. This storm will pass, and indeed, may come and go as it pleases, but the eternal night with you in my arms shall never end. But for the light of morning, and chaos of life which waits impatiently to file down the aisle, following the sun, that imposter of happiness - if sunshine only meant peace and joy and the changing wind could sweep me down a different road - but, it doesn't, and more of import, the sun breathes fiercely, fiery, trying to descend its life imperative on me, just a lover, caught in the rapt attention of her gaze. That gaze which brings me back, time and again, to the place where she is, albeit changes, like the wind. Those eyes which see me through, piercing beating heart and shivering bone, icing smiling face and crushing reason's thoughts; the gaze which strikes eternal fate, no more finds ways to turn this love to hate, and all this lonely, everlasting night, is mine, though it need not be fair or right.