Dark

The dark voices now sing With wintry shadows outside Bare branches trembling In the garden that dried Hold on to the dreams gone Sometime they may return From under black winged swan That gave its somber yearn Alone and drifting deep My thoughts to sing away Pleasures forgotten to keep Nothing for long will stay Remembering I thought lost In a world of endless nightfall Oblivion some crisscrossed To make again its call The dark voices now bring A dark day cloudy sky A mood of a moody swing In each my thought I defy No warmth outside the lawn Further it makes its stern Into my own I am drawn Scenic dreams - my nocturne