How Can the Night

(a quatern)
How can the night so seemingly misgive,
That when I turn you are not lying here?
How can the day so forcibly relive
The every moment you do not appear?

In hardened dreams you occupy the moon,
How can the night so seemingly misgive?
In spectral rise, your solace seeks commune
That we should free the other’s heart captive.

In sunlight bodies’ glow, our touch forgives
And spells the course that comes with furtive pulse.
How can the night so seemingly misgive
The touch that shakes with universe convulse?

Yet do we not, when Mab begins her play,
Still find our way where gasping trills still live?
And in such lovers’ screams, our passion’s raise,
How can the night so seemingly misgive?