Sullen Veils of Nightfall

<p>Drunken of perfume of a obscure dirge I hold the dreams within my tears ...and fall asleep... in a sulky dusk, forgotten in the vein of obscurity. </p><p>Now tearful I shut my eyes...weeping for thee as widow's weed tears. </p><p>Under acrid clouds of desirable darkness lost I kiss the plough seed wiyh passion but the effluvium of breath confound me... atudded with bitter teras in admiration...I infatuate the wine in black blanket of nightfall but I behold a fine thread deify the sublime flame in the dark rivers of a undying dusk. </p><p>¡Oh! Heal my wounds in weedy meadow of night...taste to taste...embrace my wail with pride. </p><p>Under a graven kiss of darkness </p><p>In silence fall with thee... Wrapped in sweet petals of ire &amp; drenched of Sorrow... </p><p>...And thus, dressing in mourning, still wish a blossom's tear...embraced by sullen veils of nightfall.</p>