when darkness grows

and happiness slows

my heart knows

and expects the blows

fear the storms that blow

the storms that glow

and radiate shadows that trap the soul

stealing the mind and the soul

of whomever that looks in my eyes

ancient days and moments

when twilight foments

my stare across the firmaments

of infatuation – my inner torments

slowly urging for gratification

seeking the justification of my love appetition

gone is the receptor of my petition

oh, this pain of separation.

F-K 2016.