The starry night
Its sweet lips
Reach to loneliness
Dispair it cups
Each shadow frail
Sheds its tears
An open eye
Only fears.
A burning torch
To move in breeze
The rolling grass
And open trees
Pity and lust
An open wound
A yearning
A watching moon.
For isolation now
A moment tremble
In deepest soul
In death resembles
The capture of
Ones inner self
The starry night
Of Heavens shelf.