Michael McGuire Night Kiss
The stare of the moon, and the tongue of the night, delivered in
darkness, kissed by starlight, houses in heaven, and angels to spare, I can
sense her beauty, I know she’ll be there.
Sorrow is my tender heart, she is the teeth of the night, in every shadows
desire, she is the kiss of the light.
The movement of earth, the stillness of soul, beyond all that matters, the
struggle for control. eyes of description, night for the scene, of all you
cant see, she is the queen.
Sorrow is my tender heart, she is the teeth of the night, in every shadows
desire, she is the kiss of the light.
A symphony of moods, in the music of her mind, in the storm of her
passion, a rain sculpture divine, forms in the river, are fish in my tears,
she walks in between, the seconds of years.
Sorrow is my tender heart, she is the teeth of the night, in every shadows
desire, she is the kiss of the light.
Moving with her mystery, like the rain inside the cloud, her future is my
history, time flows backwards for her child, the blood inside my brain, is
the color from her lips, we must forgive the rain, when her light is in
eclipse, angels cannot reach her, nothing flies that high, genius could not
teach her, or paint her living sky, it will all be over soon, it can only end
in light, the stare of the moon, and the tongue of the night.
feb 91
