Hearts Still Care

The night keeps holding me close
as tight as a warm embrace
filled with the scent of a rose
with dew on its crimson face

the night goes on to love me
like pain never mattered at all
he refuses to set me free
he knows if he does I’ll fall

i guess i understand why
he surrounds each part of my life
i guess this is why i don’t try
to battle against overt strife

his dark hands show me desire
his stars show me love and hope
his moon shines down her white fire
that tells this broken heart to cope

and when the moon has turned her face
all his dark is warm ocean
sifting through corrupt thought with grace
to find turbulent emotion

so i go on to hold night close
for he is all i end up with
having so fully loved that rose
with him i shall quietly sit

Sometimes the heart sinks,
A subtle descent
To where no one thinks,
Where thoughts are not meant,
A tug of emotion,
Pulling one down
In some ancient ocean,
Of terrible renown,
Whose waters seem calm,
Like an aery space,
Offering a balm
To this fall from grace,
An ascent into air,
Where life aspired,
Love retained its flair
And hope still desired.
This calm’s an illusion.
Its depths are torn
By love’s delusion
That no one can mourn.
Hope lurks here,
In the cold water,
Evading the fear
Of captured slaughter.
It continues to sink
In the dark and cold.
This is no random link.
Perhaps it is foretold.