The Night I Died

T'was night in echoed hearts of bliss,
As centuries, unwinding lightly mist.
Surpassed by golden, hazel skies,
For if to die, one lasting sigh.
As life’s eternal moments twist.
And darkness does not questions why.
As lips do shamefully kiss.
And light dos not pass us by.
For if the heart, takes its own eclipse,
Then nothing wasted, wasted by.
Then nothing wasted, without a reason why.

Because my love, this night I died.