That kind of night
where you rise
and I fall
..
for you.

And the silence
of our lips
meet secretly
to tell stories of our
lonesome hearts.

That kind of night
where the cocoons crack,
the butterflies escape,
trying to find their way out
they flutter in dismay.

One more hour
looking into your eyes
Every hour drifts like a minute
even before I realize

That kind of night
where you rise
and I fall
..
for you.

© Rr