Shh, come closer, let me whisper in your ear,
The darkness calls, while the moon ascends,
Where starlight hides your tears.
See with eyes of passion, hidden smiles,
On the pages, between the sheets,
Of words and wiles.
On the breeze I sway and bend,
Wet ink speaks the unspoken,
With a lick from my eager pen.
Shh, come near, this poet has a song,
To caress your straining soul,
In my arms, where you belong.