Drumbeats

Our nightsong is mourning exquisite drumbeats. I relax,

drifting through upsurge, deathless in our vows. I love

you as music creates tempo, and mystics mold zeal. A

sentence has featured signs. I hold you in silence,

feeling aftershocks. Oh to savor love, the richest love, an

ever love. It stipples a soul, stronger than dalliance, and

weaker than eternity. I love you, courageous for this

love, so lean on me. Your name, tattooed upon hemispheres,

clearing darkness. Our texture is noonday strings, where

hearts palpitate, longing midnight sighs. A seashore mourns

such drumbeats, for tomorrow features broken dreams. I

drained a pen, less than a thousand lines, rehearsing your

name. I then lit a candle, felt a flicker, teasing old memories.

You stand veiled in sea blue, dissipating night, peeking as

so to unveil; albeit, I see you plainly, hidden in sunrays.