Ebony night.

 Drifting into the ebony night Would dreams of he persist

my limbs would so delight How Ebony hangs on the low of light

heavy stars a drift that shady silver moon

The bounty of an untamed heart Confronts the afternoon

We were inseparable his parting soul and mine entwined by an old tale told by sea,

Restless wings may burn the sky endeavoured to remain in flight,

untouched limbs may do the same, and even give with fight

He had me in the wild night And loved before the dawn

Death it came and closed his eyes, with all the curtains drawn,

He wrote a sonnet not knowing how it would convey

Yet it still a longed for poem Recited every day

How he loved the nightingale The sweetness in its breath

Nothing could compare it to the written scripts Or his saddened death,

The ivory clouds make faces Some are sad with rain

Collection of the heart in words bound but risen was his pain,

Love may concern itself where the heart compiled to feel

Take what's broken in its wing And certify to heal

Its the soul that seeks the goodness and brings that limb to life,

it's the ways of love that claims such peace in every sacrifice.