Eclipsed Reverie

Eclipsed Reverie

Lo! The fairest thoughts dwell in the gloom,
Where phantoms dance ‘neath silver moon.
Aye, beauty lurks in murmurs deep,
Where secrets waltz and wild hearts weep.

Oh, dulce noche, art thou not grand?
With ink-stained fingers, I take thy hand.
Ven, mi musa, paint the night,
With strokes of madness, dark yet bright.

Perchance ‘tis folly to chase the storm,
Yet in its chaos, art is born.
A canvas torn, yet brushed anew,
A sonnet scrawled in midnight’s hue.

So let the sombras call my name,
For genius walks where none dare claim.
In darkest dreams, in light’s embrace,
The fairest thoughts do find their place.


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