Whispers After Midnight

Sorrow bled yet stands condemned 
singing despairs of a lifetime dead; 
tears run red with blood of poets foregone. 
Barren of breath found locked in throat knots 
trying to summon angels. 
Oh firey heart relinquish your flame, silence your song. 
Luxurious in mourning,steeped in blues, 
no calm of mind in thrill of night. 
Phantom evening caresses a tender night,
words explode, as dreams evolve in lonely souls, 
brilliant colors excite the senses, a pen runs done; 
with wretched eyes a heart falls ruined. 
The moon sighs, throttled in the ash of night, 
my hand solidified, a yellowed bark, with weary arms, 
tear the bleak mantle of black cloak, 
consuming the gorgeous light of night. 
Intimate hours recall the vast abyss of the lonely; 
the creek of a strangers kiss; electricity of poetic rapture, 
Of dreams never got built, 
Nothing comes to those who strive for whispers after midnight