night lingers dreamless tho her eyes may close.
insomnia engendered by heart's pain
lasts longer to enslave her i suppose.

while memories of passion and its throes
fade slowly as will other sort of stain.
night lingers dreamless tho her eyes may close

this pall is all she feels these days or knows;
dark ghostly presence habiting her brain
lasts longer to enslave her i suppose.

black canvass grants no star to juxtapose
'gainst other constellation in its reign.
night lingers dreamless tho her eyes may close,

staid as a granite statue her repose
grants naught of respite. while in soft disdain
night lingers dreamless tho her eyes may close
lasts longer to enslave her, i suppose.