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When daylight quivered to dusk and fell to night
The dark abode of radiant stars drew away my eyes
I gazed to the lights so numbered
As to the times I’ve thought of you
And so fervently impassioned on a singular hope
That spent was your slumber with dreams of me

With musings nostalgic and a restless time at hand
A sheet of paper paired with pen,
Submissively guided by an infatuated soul
A portrait, it was handsomely formed
An exact likeness, exempt from disregarded err
Given to my whims, of mood and memory

I fashioned first the midnight curls
Messy with nonchalance
Hiding the plane of arcing forehead
Comparatively so vast
Then to the figure of face, oh so dear,
Long as the sweeping shadows of noon

Continuing slowly, yet not so fondly on
To the quirky, mismatched nose,
Too often curled in a sneer
Concentrated now to those earthy eyes
Should I forget how well they lied?
Add an extra sparkle from my trickling tears

I finished remorsefully on that mouth
Which freed a voice I profess I long to hear
Consistently swept to an illusory grin
Hinting at pearled teeth, and at last
A kiss to my bleeding heart,
Painted your crimson lips.

Once more the darkness was lit
This time with embers of an expiring flame
My fingers unsurely released my night’s work
Edges curled, left a backdrop of ash,
For those hauntingly enchanting features,
Finally to which I could whisper fairwell