Dies Lunae

睡不著得產物...
結果用了兩個單字在裡面~

I toss and turn in silent rhythms fall
When dulcet tones of nighttime rouse my ear.
A voice within so biddingly doth call
"Why do you hold back? What is it you fear?"
The light held loft to lighten darkened mind,
Who speaks the stranded inner wish aloud?
An aching so intense in hope to find
Some path to break the blinding darkling cloud.
No sleep is felt I lay with open eyes,
Between the bed and sheets where dreams are brought.
Pour out that pulsing passion mixed with sighs
In alabaster cans of cold-warm thought.
The shredded blooms of winter paint my heart,
Where streams of hidden love tonight depart.