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.
