Ethereal

A feeling of ethereal, 
a night of dark desires,
a song of sorrow plays,
a soul venting pain.

A feeling of ethereal,
curling, icy wisps of memories,
shrouding all in gaunt forms,
a brooding agony.

A feeling of ethereal,
Azrael cloaked in limpid raiment,
come to collect its dues,
tasting the life gush
from the pale flesh beneath.

A feeling of ethereal,
brings a new awareness
vague smiles
lurking connotations
sly tenderness.

Surrender

I'll surrender to the dreams the dreams of things to be of dazzling stars and shiny eyes of flowing rivers and deep ravines of mellifluous music of fairies and pixies of flying on exquisite wings skimming above the oceans and seas
I'll surrender to the dreams the dreams of things to be of depths of oceans of vastness of universe of trees of plenty of fields of prosperity
I'll surrender to the dreams  the dreams of things to be of brilliance of the sun of gleam of the moon of souls that are free
I'll surrender to the dreams the dreams of things to be

Night in glory

The night engulfs all in itself,
cloaking all in entirety
the good and the bad

A harbinger of dreams and hopes
wrapping these in sleepy eyes
a promise of tomorrow

Dreams which help to fly
fly on wings of desires

skimming on the surface of the seaway
diving into the depths
rising to the heights

Brilliance of the stars
lure of twilight
tender strands of lucent

cherub angels lure
to a tomorrow land
land of promises

Pulled Apart

The night falls with a silent sigh,
Soulless are we.
The salvation for which we sacrifice ourselves
flares once, then dies,
devoured by abyss.
All hopes must surely perish.

The passion throbs in us no more.
How could we cause such hurt to the other?
Angels surround us, crying,
lost we have, our way.