With the curtain of night
Comes her blissful sigh and moan
As she, gliding like a goddess
Riding on surging waves
Lips carved into a siren's smile
Calls so sweetly my name.
Through the curtain of night
I hear her voice, so still soft and sweet
Silently raging with the harsh wind
On which the image of her eyes
Bright like fire, is secretly revealed to me.
In the curtain of night
I am lured by her sigh, her moan, her voice
I fall under her spell though she need not enchantments
Naught but her gypsy fingers
Reaching out to me through robes of silk.
Under the curtain of night
Our hearts collide, her hand in mine
Her breath on mine as we blissfully
Glide and swirl with the dancing fog
Our bodies one rhythm of beats
And through the mists I see her face
Laughing at me as she wistfully fades
As the curtain of night
Lifts, to reveal the untold mystery
Her fiery eyes and siren's smile fade
Into the rolling carpet of day
But its too late when I realise
I have drowned in the illusions
Brought to life by the curtain of night.
Tophie's Note
Whatever happens in your own curtain of night?? I close my eyes and dream dreams.
Vote & comment what the curtain of night brings to you.
Written:- 18-04-17
Published:- 15-June-17
T.S.
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