Black Cape of Night

Black cape of night
shrouds the pines
from heaven’s view.
I know it well,
this blackness
that has little mercy.

The night weeps
ebony ink, tattooing
the pines with
messages from the stars.
But who can translate
them into night song?

I weep rose thorns,
tears that rip my cheeks..
Living rivers of blood,
so black… night cannot see.
This is love, you say;
songs from heaven, sung in hell.

Your barbed wire embrace
is utter agony,
yet I seek its refuge
from the abysmal blackness
of night;
dark eyes that weep souls.