at chances to settle down.
as day forwards to another day
and night bids farewell into an august morning flight,
your face beckons me
and frolick in our minds' limitless,
and in my mind's ever resuming longingness
i gave up years ago but your presence hangs,
in a tightrope balance to languish in forlorn images
in a deft of illumination,
takes delight in the arms of another.
while the day bids good
night brings moon's favor for the non-waking of this