my lover in the mist

thou art a maiden of the somber bloodlight;

no other night's form,nor the morn

bear thy beautious self.

nor even the summer's being

with heated vigour,

flame thee from its frigid heat.

the thunderous flashes, 

before the rain subdues, maybe

glimpses thy thin silhouette

yet not utterly made then.

an' agian by the solitary dawn

before thy is exhausted

under the fleshes of the morn.

thou art what i percieve, 

beyond the thick thick blanket

of the rainy haze.

every night's night

when the sundial stops to graze.

all i feel are thy lips' fringe

with moistened glare. o visionary mine,

captured you are in thine rosy flesh,

and even if thy beyond the shadows exist

won't thee leave the cloud's chamber

for once, o my lover in the mist.