love

My nightingale
even in your silence
I hear your song
Sweet with mournful pride
It echoes on the hills
As your eyes do in dreams
to linger though
the day
and inspire dreams again
Sing out sweet bird
let your voice
drown out shadows
of reflected past
Rise high
With wings spread
Rise higher
Than the sorrow
of your song
Soar
and let your plumage
become stars radiant
for ages all
to marvel
My Nightingale
Let your song
end silence
Let your flight
awaken dawn

This
This won't be love
It will be
Hotly satiating
Cooley searing
Blindingly fantastic
but
it won't be
love
Do you still
want this
want me

She burns a hole
Through the flesh of my heart
Slowly, slowly
A coal that drowns
In my blood
Igniting me
Extinguishing herself
As I grow bright
She dims
As I begin to live
She dies
My love awakens
And she is gone

From the old dreams
spring new nightmares
and from the deep well
is drawn forth shallow thoughts
It is the end of reason
the beginning of passion