Night Man

I am reminded of you harshly Like the nostalgic scent of Jasmine Slapping harder than any man can Of how rich you are As you fill me to the brim With this ungodly tranquility You are as satisfying As watching dancing Lavender Purple by day wafting in white Black and waving ghastly at night Covering your rolling hills While all the world is quiet The wind sings in your silver blades Of the coming fire That will burn in your marrow Warm ambient music Written for the birds Never to be seen Fair is the silent hour One of a full moon in sway It makes you forget yourself It is hypnotizing I've misplaced you in the sky Perhaps behind a chimney Or maybe Sneakily On the other side of the ruins Looming behind some of the old walls Lonely old barriers that face outwards They are grafted with intricate patterns Teeming with moss and ivy This tapestry of nature Stands in the spotlight of hers Pointing out towards the ocean No soul ever gets to see them Yet the artwork stands completed With a silver triangle As a cherry on top With the flat face Pointing up towards The stars There is a glowing orb Basking in its own halo At home you are Forlorn silhouette Up on the hill The cozy little town takes its rest While outside the tides rage on As stormy skies grow stark I run around mad Going crazy in my precarious little tower I look for a sign of your source But I am left at a loss Thanking my lucky stars The clouds pull a part And for a second It seems like the whole world Would take pause For if one would take the norm away One would see anew How much one forgot For as the first nocturnal rays Enter getting lost in the mystic fog The cool light flows like dark velvet And it touches the heart of man Like skin on skin To-and-fro Smooth altercation Circle of life Painted night canvas Spirit of vitality Shine into the earth Your beams turning like The divine fingers of Luna herself Play the cosmic harp timeless Empathically cradle sleepy heads Dreaming of your majestic music Chiming out where you lay down her corpse Dying to the rising dawn with the morning dew Already forming upon her crimson rose petals To save her soft body that will be burning Within the rising glory of the golden blaze

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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