Beloved,

You seem to be a little more caliginous this eventide

Did the stars abandon you or were you jilted by the moon?

Did the orbs make their way to a reunion and leave you forlorn?

But that's competent for I come from a murkier dwelling

I wear a grotesque mask of pretence and dwell in an abode of constant chaos

Howbeit, I am inordinately jaded tonight and I seek serenity in you.

Won't you lend me an iota of your tranquillity?

Beloved,

You're the home when there's no home and hope when I lack hope

So I near you this night when you're at your murkiest and I am at mine

I can be your solace and you can be mine.