How Softly the Starlight

How softly the starlight kisses me tonight!

Replacing the caresses, you crawling through my inner ear.

In the ashen glow of the full moon

I have become infected,

Roused by some blackened passion.

Oblivion, the sweetest poison!

Cure with ease the aching melancholy of wakefulness

and retreat to solitude with haste,

before the tear, and the beauty of the world must

fall, and break.

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