night

Immersed I am, the ripples of this dark night,
Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Silhouetted images, the trick of light,
Conscience it is or past in disguise?

Love’s spirit creeps from night’s grave,
Broken promises pierce the soul within,
Time never stops for our cries, and crave,
Rosary of life, our words, our sins

I, a puppet in shadows and veils,
In kingdom of sadness, a wanderer insane,
Silent observer of the shades frail,
Screaming, dying, in memories, enchained.

Night’s apparition dies in castle of spirits
Scaffold my dreams, passions unnamed.
Lost I am, Dark spell plays its last reprise,
Ripples of this dark night, or past in disguise?

the silver night

The silver stars, a fable they cite.
A gleaming night, from shadow to light.
Serene enchantment casting a divine delight.
Desires reveal, conceal in twilight

In the moonlight hide reflections of red,
Dreams reside in dead hour’s shed,
A journey of romance, worship and whisper,
A night cherishing, the dancing zephyr

This unpaved path, this glee nocturnal,
This sensual silence, this feeling eternal,
Converging in my soul, the sentiments celestial,
Wrath of shadows, or bliss at its pinnacle?

Effulgence I see in my maddened solitude,
Darkness seduces, the moon eludes,
Dilemma or masterpiece of vague imagination,
Horrendous collision of instinct, meditation.

The silver stars, a fable they cite.
I navigate, from shadow to light
Dark spell, casting a divine delight.
The last dream dreamt, in this silver night

crimson desires

It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires,
Displayed in every night’s shadow,
Madness the face, seduction—attire,
They haunt, they slay, they capture, they follow.

It all begins with the bewitching eyes,
Words veiled, a figure disguised,
This fire erupts in the light’s demise,
In dark fables, intoxicating lies.

The entity, the charm, the lines, the opera,
The passion, the touch, the bewildering aroma,
Yearning the kingdom, ruler the diva,
Gleaming moments of this silver saga.

I moment I lose, a moment I win,
Lustful virtues and sacred sins,
Magic the fable, image the fire,
It’s all a game of tortured crimson desires