The lonely city candy affair

A pause in this loneliest city, A dialog I add of footprints emerging In chapter of turndown eternity. Since I turn only to you undone, In retiring light of the morning moon, In stoic light of the evening sun. It shadows my fairish glitter. It blinds one if the sweetened white, I’d shirk divorcing the mirror. Shirk not envying the postman. He pleases to please, ceases to cease. For how your talk goes my pen. The comfort I jilt of my shelter, A bedpost and a seascape on the wall, The universe for knocking later, To become a mistletoe pendant. On your oak where metaphors bloom. My darling oxymoron, old friend. On the bed cared-for when we lie, Secretly open-eyed and close-hearted In the compass of a needle eye, Tickle not my fancy to flee often To the slightest ice on the coldest lake! Dilemma of half-lost, half-gotten. Infant and redundant up the sky, Down they blur to divide and conquer. Sad! I can’t more than clouds cry. Blurry streets I can’t but dread, Where with each blink of my eye fades The imprint of your silhouette. -Fareed