I look unto - my curtains and thy midnight melts through
And you’d expect the light - to be as black as the night
But, for some strange reason, it blows through blue
Thy Starlings stipple askew the sturdy trees anew
Thence behold the sight - just as black as the night
But whence the sun hits thereof, they shine through blue
Denim dark: the dangerous depths of the drowning ocean’s saturnine slew
Make-believe under moonlight - it is morose as black as the night
Yet from the moon’s very view - the seas of this world shall shine through blue
Thy grave grapes of wrath grow unto – upon the vine per the season's cue
Like blazing blackened boils upon our soul’s fright – As dark and as black and as heavy as the night
The execrating rancour of our heart’s deep dew – but even further still: it is but lonely and blue
I lower my gaze from her face to her shoe – For her invulnerable eyes perniciously penetrate you
Stolid and stoic my Lover’s stare stumbles till blight – Her eyes as bloody and as black as the night
But few – give her the time and she shows them to few – Her eyes are as gentle as a beautiful blue
Lustful lecher lascivious in his longing lewd – grips you – gloved and binds you – with its violent glue
Prostitute whore harlot, with her sorceress slight – gnashing though nubile into Neptune’s dark night
Shadows shall show you – through – her wanton woo – As black as she is: she shines through blue
A creeping cancer clothed: cantankerous curfew – She is a plague ploughing poignant plight in due
Cries like the crow in sweeping swallows of height – Haunting my heart with hashed hollows of night
Tears tumble in treacherous void of tenebrosity view – if only you - knew – they are a brilliant blue
Miss out not, oh you - on our good God’s greatest clue
Because though she sleeps tight - and as black as the night
Her midnight mood if you - knew - is so solemnly sad and blue
T. Hancock
2011-03-09
And you’d expect the light - to be as black as the night
But, for some strange reason, it blows through blue
Thy Starlings stipple askew the sturdy trees anew
Thence behold the sight - just as black as the night
But whence the sun hits thereof, they shine through blue
Denim dark: the dangerous depths of the drowning ocean’s saturnine slew
Make-believe under moonlight - it is morose as black as the night
Yet from the moon’s very view - the seas of this world shall shine through blue
Thy grave grapes of wrath grow unto – upon the vine per the season's cue
Like blazing blackened boils upon our soul’s fright – As dark and as black and as heavy as the night
The execrating rancour of our heart’s deep dew – but even further still: it is but lonely and blue
I lower my gaze from her face to her shoe – For her invulnerable eyes perniciously penetrate you
Stolid and stoic my Lover’s stare stumbles till blight – Her eyes as bloody and as black as the night
But few – give her the time and she shows them to few – Her eyes are as gentle as a beautiful blue
Lustful lecher lascivious in his longing lewd – grips you – gloved and binds you – with its violent glue
Prostitute whore harlot, with her sorceress slight – gnashing though nubile into Neptune’s dark night
Shadows shall show you – through – her wanton woo – As black as she is: she shines through blue
A creeping cancer clothed: cantankerous curfew – She is a plague ploughing poignant plight in due
Cries like the crow in sweeping swallows of height – Haunting my heart with hashed hollows of night
Tears tumble in treacherous void of tenebrosity view – if only you - knew – they are a brilliant blue
Miss out not, oh you - on our good God’s greatest clue
Because though she sleeps tight - and as black as the night
Her midnight mood if you - knew - is so solemnly sad and blue
T. Hancock
2011-03-09
