As The Shadows Dance

My eyes hold the eventide, — albeit behind the eyes thou hast
thro’ which I ‘hold naught else — a flame enshroudéd in itsblackness;
but the raven; — burning without the faintest breeze.
sleep my dearest ones – — teach me, dearest, the reasonwherefore
mind not the palling velvet darkness — thou by such angst mark’dart?!

wherefore is here loneliness?;
infinite hollowness
in which my thoughts echo,
to the shadows i whisper –
with the shadows i waltz –
bear me; i am not the plague,
altho’ nightclad death … mayhap?!

dare not naysaying my grant; — dance no longer with theshadows,
vanish with me abaft the unlight! – — dance no longer with
thedead in the graveyard;
o! the taste on thine lips; — dance with me the mephistowaltz.
a trickling deep red love – — wedlock ‘twixt day and night –
everlasting lightheartédness – — offer me relief fro thesunrays.
a kiss for thee my dear.

ah! such delight i sense: — eternally and ne’erendingly;
savour the bitter grapes of life! — a soulsister of thine iam.

— let me openly greet thy kiss;
— the most loving and caring bites.

grant me thineself!,
i bore the woe in my heart,
my heart was shatter’d into its tithe, — as i depart embraceme,
save yet are its chambers in flood. — and in paltry time
will ire-awake –
— i love thee.