Beneath the cloak of the unspoken, silent cries
Drape softly over the veil where stars twinkle dim
You dance in shadows – a veiled echo of dreams
Each whisper a brush of your lover’s ghostly hand.
Words, once vibrant, fade like ancient ink
In the laugh of the moon, hidden, shy, solemn.
Hold me in this dark serenade, where secrets bleed
Through twilight, where neither of us dares scream.
Can you feel the pierce of silence, darling?
As it threads through knocking shadows, unraveling satin threads
Your heartbeat, a slowly crimson fog rolling over
What the sky's fabric conceals, yearning to be uncovered.