hopefully the last episode

[Scheherazade85]

See through gray and black,
my darling...

These are colors of the night
Where thoughts of you dwell
A perfect abode
for everything beautiful and obscure
Like the moon in a hammock
With its knowing glances
above you and me
apart...
but humming, pulsating a common melody
of something uncertain, open-ended
but proverbial
in the midst of gray and black

With our pajamas, my darling,
see you there...
in our secret meeting place
Away from them, free those fireflies
beneath the mango tree, above the verdant grave
Let's watch it all, this mesmeric scene
in gray and black
these hues of toil,
of never ending clashes and spars
outside
and within, especially
Just let them be

Right here in my smoky chest
be swayed, be rocked
like the moon in its hammock
Let go
like that one instance of not so long ago
In our pajamas
let's disappear
and flee and wander
never mind your slippers
amidst gray and black
we steal time
and make it ours.

[cogs]

"of never ending clashes and spars outside and within, especially Just let them be",
are lines that sounded great to me. with the grave, these two are almost like ghosts, finished with the earth (don't know if that's what you meant).