Night's Fleeting Passions Sequestered

[virtuoso]

As the night gilds
briny drops of dew
spill from seeping troughs
spry blades glisten
under the moon's strobe
until Dawn's hazy membrane
cloaks the dark sphere
and the sun's warm beam
peels the translucent sheen

In concert we sit

In midnight's dark caress
our misty eyes sparkle
reflecting star-struck lens
until sleep shrouds ecstasy
and death's latent discharge
clogs misty channels
the morning film occludes
but cannot alter the pull
of magnetic compasses
emitting the electric pulses
of the faint coordinates
still grafted on orbital spheres

Through the morning fog
blurry objects meander
the stealthy figments
writhing limbs, objects
sharing no connection
with their cores
origination, destination
unknown to all

In the shadows we lie

Slumber lifts it's veil
ghostly, ghastly emanations
linger in its wake
shriveled limbs with
dry, scaly skin
pair with rancid breaths
foul vapors, opaque outlines
still the two shadows intersect
their quivering frames
silted with moon dust
marking the crater
where tendered hearts
were posthumously buried