Dialogues

And with the night
comes the darkness
that turns on the light
to our souls' deepness.

And as the sun goes out
I look into your eyes
and there dies the doubt
that still makes me unwise.

And as the wind grows cold,
the language remains warm
for every truth that is told
and is there to defy the norm.

And as time carries on
we whisper the poetry of dreams
where promises are spawn
in times ours by all means.

16/06/2017