The Beauty and the Dark

Gasping sounds Bright force Her desire burns like a fire A thirst so strong it builds the desire Her feet runs old from the cold night Her hands run dry from non-discovery She was stubborn to accept the click Working scholar The night candles seem to burn faster As glooming as the dark Nothing fails to disolve sorrow But love in her eyes She awaits the night Yes she can not wait for the dark It seems that is the only hour she redeems her rhythm I am jealous of her ways I envy her actions, I envy her ways The pleasure and love for the blind night Her sorrow seems to fade Relaxation is goal Her night oil seems not to burn Her arms on the wall gasping air Her beauty eyes feast into the air The night blossom seem to compare to her taste The ink has run dry The wind blows upon her hair To the west Making the coldest heart melt She sings her heart Out with a smile That the brightest star Can not compare By might she makes the darkness bright What was so special about it The dawn stretches afar Even the stars lay low To behold of the gem that shineth withold For must more be said As her hands lay low the paper and ink Thinking nothing fails to dissolve sorrow No more than the love of the night in her eyes