A Night's Passion

The moon, the stars in the black of night...a dream of beauty within the depths of a man's deepest desires

Pale serene rays of light turning grey clouds white yet covered by the darkness of the night

Calm insurgence of the heart provoked by hope's light kept calm by the warmth of the dark night
To love or not to love...

To reveal til the heart's content or to hide within the given comfort

Flashes the mind so do the hands of time

Once realized...

Slained is the comforting darkness by flaring dawn...and with it dies the memory of the night...

C. Aurelius