stilled is the time,
as your presence graces mine.
but stretched it seems, 
as the dark and light teams!


Those tender,dark hands,when they lull,
with the touch as ripe and full..
you cast your spell,
and in the dreams, I begin to dwell.


I cup my hands,
and try to drink the darkness,
eyes drop heavy,
and like a feather,I levy!


Visiting the exquisite unseens,
just as I entwine in sleep,
there you empty my chalice,
and bring me back to this malice!


Alas! the sun has to rise!
And its always time to arise!!