The night is written in my heart,
as a mournful song of ravens..
above a land, drenched in lament,
my inner strenght is torn apart.
We denied all tears shed for love,
if only..it was never felt!
but under the stars, there's more:
to give, to love, to share, to hold!
From a slumber, here we are awaken,
feeling so unloved, so cold..
a candle is fading on the altar
of a long forgotten morningstar.
One day, you'll come back, but still
that must happen very soon..
lost in the corners of your mind,
our kiss is hanging on the moon!
Whispers Of Night
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hanging-on-the-stars/
