Thoughts from a Lover

These are snippets of verse I'm working on... each section is unrelated to the others.  It doesn't flow, because it's not meant to :)

·         Night is the worst hour, Love.  The darkness is deep

And in the black silence we are left alone.

·         From cold conceit to burning reality

We are by dark dreams projected;

We are dreamers, here.  For loving is dreaming.

·         Thine hand I hold in Night’s bitter hour,

Whilst thy touch I crave with a Lover’s weakness.

·         I dream of thee, Love.  The ghost of thine hand

Sleeps in mine, and in loneliness I cry.

·         Beneath Dark’s heavy conceit, my soul flies free

And dances ‘neath these thousand stars with thee.

Dedicated to L.T. - my dreams do not scare when you are in them with me.

Fatal Addiction

Opium of the best and worst kind; that

Is how I describe thy love.  Beautiful

And dark, conceited and pure as the core

Of human nature; to thy song, I danced,

And I loved.  To thy silence, I crumbled –

I could not live.