Listen well into the Night
The throes of broken lovers
unfold before the light
only when it's dark; late, late, late at night!
Luminous orbs weep
pearlescent tears drip.
Ink on pargmen drops; indigo steeped, deep.
Listen well into the night
the myriads of wrenched souls moan
sax and fiddles serenading: "You are not alone!"