"The Night and the Silent Water." Morningrise (II)

When she moves those tired soles,
I move our tired souls...
It shall be till' the very end,
For my quaint newfound friend.

The aura in her pupils,
Like blackening orbs that suck me down..
Spiraling into cedar roots,
Flourishing by the mahogany noose...

We hang like trivial crows...
Eyes wrought with bleak compassion.
Wind gives us the solace...
Whatever direction it blows.

She sighs frozen in a frame...
Stricked down like the crippled lame...
Bound, forever bound to edge.

Thus, my love for you will never fade.
Stay I might, on your twenty-seven stumps...
And departure is the dismal rain,
Giving me the unnervingness,
Through the dark of the moonlit haze.

The night and the silent water,
Cannot stir our tired souls.
It will indeed be until very end...
For this aqueous, newfound friend.