Take Me Into the Night

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  Take me into the night
  And these fractures will be a blur among our lunacy;
  the moon does speak,
  does touch me with a softness like silk-brocade:
  France, 1779.
  Welcome me among the city streets,
  where familiar faces blur into one another:
  rain in morning light.
  I will trace your palm
  with my delicate fingers--
  will speak of poetry, these words,
  you will keep deep inside your troubled mind.
  Take me into the night
  Opulent voices await us at the shore line,
  harps, wings, and white waves,
  let them wash over us,
  Or drown us, if they may.
  We shall meet in graveyards;
  A funeral for love's cessation.
  Take me into the night
  For although I wish not to leave this
  self-imposed world of mine,
  my boots sink in the mud of this land,
  and we are a balancing act--
  trapeze artists standing on thin wire,
  but oh, how the day stretched itself
  into perfect harmony.
  and oh, how the bird's song was played like wedding bells
  in my mind.
  Take me into the night.
  Where love does sew itself onto my unfinished edge,
  where love does smell of smoke and
  antique paper.