The night, cold and silent,Held a warmth and soundThat echoed through my thoughts.It wasn’t deafening as it crashedAll around, only mildly amusing.The shadows devoured the lightWhich gracefully enhancedTheir deep rich darkness.The world circled and danced,Leapt and ran, swimmingThroughout the witching hour.

The Tuesday Seamstress saidour souls were sewn apart.Delicate embroidered tomorrowstravelled without a start.

Emerald leaves crossed our pathswith veracity marked in golden drafts,somewhere deep amid the pending vapoursof humility and dance,did we dance across the skies?

What sanctuary is there in indulging the whims of falling stars?

Through births and deaths,Haunting oceans of emptiness,She solely walks withUniversal falling stars.

We danced among deafening light,As blinding thunder buried downTo where the physical lost control,I watched you twirl, loop, spiralLike true elegance had beenYour binding wish to hold youTo this figmental holy kingdom,

Under the roseI whispered her honourand watched her moveparapets in umbra –

Enchanted caprice,you are my chrysalis,protective over mein each of our long days.

I was misplaced airthat cradled all around you,held to cobalt skiesto shelter your fledgling wings.