When Nightingales Sing

Tear my heart apart
let my soul languish
in loneliness.
Let my words die
in the making
as they fade into
nothingness,

I am the nightingale
who sings its melancholy
at twilight
unheard, unseen
hidden in the morning mist
mesmerized
by the Beauty of its
Music
deaf to a voice
grown old
grown weak
and dying

Not tomorrow

Who knows about a tomorrow
I only know of today
come love me now
without any sorrow
why my precious time
do you want to take away

Tonight is all I can promise today
who knows whether the sunrise
will come again our way
so tonight only, I can promise,
the whole night long I will stay
Who knows about tomorrow
we may not live that day

I'm going to burn
and I'm going to bleed,
and I have no one to blame
but myself.

If this seems simple to you
in your way of black and white,
know that my way
of mud and smokey windows
doesn't make it easier.

I'm drowning.
I need you
and I don't know how to call for you.
There are moments I absolutely can't stand you,
but it's with you I can't live without.

Writing this letter with borrowed inks
In umbrageous hues of lonely evenings
Don't you read it at night thinking it's a dream of norm
As dreams often disappear with the advent of dawn

Sleep has lost its path today
Put out the moon if you can
On the way grab some clouds
Sow a warm blanket if you can

You aren't there yet here somewhere
Fogging up my eyes like breath on a mirror
My mind has locked its doors from the inside
And you keep knocking as a thought from the outside