Je Crois Encore

Love is but a silent step in the dark,
Softly illuminating vagrant hearts
That join for the briefest moments; a spark
Amid the traipsing stars, which then departs.
Yet some white threads will now not be untied
And thus in the holy tapestry reside,
There to entwine into a lambent sight;
A hopeful message to a lover’s plight,
Radiant for to put the Sun to shame.
So have I traveled and did there behold
A splendour and passion as of yet untold;
Of a fervid man and raven-haired dame

Woven in a tryst of suspiring sighs,

That never notice the dying of the skies.