Dark is dawn when dreaming still
of silent seducing nights; sleigh rides
that roam off to rendezvous.
Restrain your voice!
Vocalizing the very basic vernacular fours
when our forever is fading away, falling off.
Often you are awful. Only to be divine, yet
devoid of desire. Still daring to play at hearts
Yet head is hurried to stop hate…
Stop yelling!
Yelping, yakking, so unuseful
so lost in the illusion in a lingering night breakup.
Break your barriers. Let beads of wet
water-fire dwindle with cold,
night, dead…
Dead because dreaming died when love
Lost its learning to little prattles
petty words, petulance and planing;
the future
folds its frilled wings and finds a limb.
To leave lost words longing for dark
dreams to dawn dutifully again.
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