While pleasant and tranquil hours no more
So late into the night
Though the heart beats, as loving, soundless but sore
And the stars be still as bright
A soul’s predicament, head over heart
For skin on skin, supple, and sweet-tempered
And love itself must depart
The quintessence of warmth and passion remembered
Though darkness was made for loving
And daylight came too soon
Bare while destiny becoming
By the ethereal light of the moon