Still silence upon the solemn evening.
Lips remain sealed as the eyes speak the words.
Love sings, inaudible for the hearing.
Two hearts meet thus a clash of diverse worlds.
Eve to Adam as Venus to red Mars.
Moon kisses the sun as day meets the night.
Frightful thoughts for the sane, a lover’s curse.
To gamble and lose is fate’s ugly bite.
Yet the call of love remains enticing,
a beautiful promise of devotion.
Alas, beating heart is not for feeling,
not to hear, not to see such illusion.
Tomorrow’s destiny, a mystery.
This eve, a freedom of heart’s misery.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 8, 2010
