The Rider Of the Night

Saffron sheets ,
Wrapped in innocent love on one half
Dipped in desire in another

White skin,
Turned pale at the dead of night,
He keeps his chin high...and thinks..

The lips
They wouldn't let the air pass,
Her light,
Diluted the darkness
He possessed

Her eyes
Once were shut by the silk cloth
That lies between his fingers
And smells just like her
Maybe it would make a memory...
A material one...
For a perfect lonely day...

Desire was it,Was it a desperate act of loneliness
Or was it two souls finding themselves,
Look at her sleep...

The Silence complements her eyes,
The yellow light enhances the silence...
The calmness predicts,
Be Love or not be it, his time has come...

The Sun waits for none
Even Love wouldn't stop the time
The rider of the darkness
Must go along...
Must stay strong...

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