I am the night Tears wound the morning sky. Scorn the sunny morning, love, golden-haired siren beams of sunlight shining through her eyes. Tears wound the morning sky. Night will call to your mind ebony hair and diamond eyes. Can you remember, or has the sun of another blinded you? Tears wound the morning sky. Wind flashes through your fingertips, I feel your hands through my dusky hair. Celestial diamonds weep in your absence, you taste salted raindrops on your parted lips. Night has cloaked herself, averting her eyes until your return. Tears wound the morning sky. back to poetry home