Drawn to Black

Wreathed in silence, laid down in shades

Swathed in regrets, deluded astray

Forgotten in half-light, drawn in despair

Soothed in slumber so dreadful and fair

Rending and searing and twisting my dreams

Alone in the gloom with the nightmares unseen

The night has a thousand eyes,

And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies

With the dying sun

The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one:

Yet the light of a whole life dies

When love is done

Worthless the pledges, all vows but lies

Fateful her kisses, where a serpent hides

First beckoned to step from the twilight to glare

Then left in the dark for the demons to share

The night has a thousand eyes,

And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies

With the dying sun

The night has a thousand eyes,

And the day but one;

Yet the light of the bright world dies

With the dying sun

The mind has a thousand eyes,

And the heart but one:

Yet the light of a whole life dies

When love is done

Only the stars see, only the moon hears…

And quietly the water-lilies sigh

Like the last breath of a weary soul

And the **** sway in the dreary waters

Like a girl’s dark hair they wave about

And the black stones under my bare feet

Cold and smooth like her milk-white palm

And the silence which falls upon this shore

Resounds now louder than oncoming storm

For all is gone

(Only the stars see, only the moon hears…)