Tears of Black

Not a day passes
when I don't cry at night.
On my soaked pillow, my tears flow-
hot and fast,
just like a steady stream
on a summer day.
When the orb of fire disappears,
and colours melt into
oblivion,
darkness approaches me
like an old flame.
He caresses my hair,
he kisses my midnight lips,
embraces me in his cold arms
never letting me go. Ever.
My sobs don't escape me,
my mind is hazy
and my body quivers.
Emotions spin and sway,
as the silver water overflows
and I drown.
My eyes trap the sapphire soil,
the cobblestoned sky.
I weep as dusk rises and
the seraphic moon whispers
"Hello".