cloddish thoughts divest
my night from somnolence
as with my hopes from clinging by my side
I have waited for the time to tick for me
and freeze for a moment so I may feel
your lips silken against mine
I love to paint your visage on a canvas of love
using only hues of brilliance and splendor
that even the deities would be envy
to see your finish portrait of perfection
but I can only imagine these and that
and my figment of imagination is only
puffing my eyes to see that my night
is starless and even so--moonless