Nocturne # 2

Footsteps resound on small cobbled streets,

and large paved roads

and grand halls with floors of marble.

Like a piano, I am your accompaniment. 

 

Heartstrings cry like violins

pleading to the heavens and you,

the sound reflecting off the silvery moon

and left painfully hanging in the ether. 

 

I will follow

Tread no farther. 

to the ends of the earth

Our world has ended.

until there is nothing left of me. 

There is nothing left of me. 

 

Come home, love. 

Dust and memories

Come home, love. 

of your arms

Come home, love. 

are where my home lies, now. 

 

The shiver in your voice belies your words. 

We do not belong here under these foreign stars,

and this is not our nocturne. 

Remember the song we used to sing. 

 

Your love kills me by degrees;

this ache mourns lost time and possibilities. 

So weary, I surrender to the night, 

our song, my love, and you.

 

Ever closer…

Take my wings.

You remember. 

Every note. 

Now we are closer

than I dared to dream before.

 

With shared thread let us knit our torn seams and fraying hems.

Now that I have you I am no longer want and shadow piano footfalls,

and you are no longer a violin with heartstrings near to breaking;

this nocturne melts away into the night (into your arms.)

 

We sing our song – 

“You are mine (You are mine)

and I am yours (and I am yours.)”

 

 

Nocturne

The clock on the wall,
chimes in the hall,
but it does not chime for thee.
The dark is still deep,
and while the world sleeps
Darling, you belong to me.

Dawn’s greedy fingers are hours away
from stealing the night and bringing the day,
and the sun is still asleep in the sea;
Darling, you still belong to me.

We can listen to the love song,
that plays outside all night long,
of the crickets romancing the faeries.
And it is such a lovely serenade,
but I prefer the love we made,
because I’m a butterfly and a renegade.
Darling, no one ever had times like these.