In Memory of Every Night

Tonight is distant,
deep into blank spaces
in between hearts floating in the sky;
far from the world
far into dead places
concealing us in potential goodbye ...

In greyness I have forgotten,
a reason for your crying;
disjointed singing for the dying.

But what dies
other than, sunrise
from your gossamer shadow?
But what lies
beyond a, tear
in which a hundred memories, disappear?

Me ...
you ...
We are murdered,
in a dictionary method of sorrow,
feeling morning fog, embracing the tomorrow.
We are murdered,
by being alive,
but in my six feet of miss you moments
I pass a moment, to revive;

When a fairy tale girl,
kissed a wolf,
and in a mirror moon of empty sky
would both fall into amorous clouds
and gently, together, lie.