Crimson Love and Sweet Nothings

And it is in those depths of silence that I find the most clarity,

And between the visage of the night I find tropes of agony

Scarred with forgotten names both past and present.

There, I find two spirits in search of Crimson Love…

Well, aren’t we all?

I tell them if they come quietly I can show them the way,

And vanish into the unknown.

Yet a hesistant lover is like a blunted dagger -

Discarded, of no use,

And so the two timid spirits ventured into the unknown,

In hopes of dreams fulfilled.

But the moment you find the love you seek,

Is the moment

Your heart,

At last,

Can speak.

Hand in Hand and Voices joined,

Of aged wine and rusted coin.

So do as you will, as I bid you adieu,

For the golden vault of tears is empty when love starts anew.