Black Like The Night

Black Like The Night

She wore black like the night

Downtown in that little dive of darkness

I watched her from my bar stool;

Nursing my beer and my recently shattered, manly pride.

Somehow, I couldn’t see her in a place like this

She looked mythical, like a creature rising from a song

Long, black hair and eyes like midnight;

I wanted to fall into them but I held back.

I wondered if she was a spell caster

Or evil masquerading as sweetness

We stared across the dim lit noisy room;

Until my soul could no longer resist.

.

I wanted to buy her champagne

But they didn’t have any

I wanted to take her for a walk on the moon;

But I knew she’d already been there.

When I came to myself, night was fading

I was in the middle of a dream at the edge of the world

I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the water;

Beckoning me with music in her fingers.

.

Her smile was like honey, but it was not warm

Still, I starved for her and reached out as I stood

I heard a murmur as I stumbled in the dark trees;

But no matter how hard I reached, I could not touch her.

She was an angel, she was a demon

She was a siren and a premeditated crime

Taunting me with whispers till I ran screaming;

I fell into the black water and plunged to my despair.

But that was then and this is now

Now I sit on a different bar stool in a different dive

It’s midnight and I have no pride left in me at all

And there she is, wearing black, and shining like a promise.

She beckons me and I follow, as she knows I will

As I do when the madness calls and I am lost

She carries the keys to my desperation

And she always finds me.

©By Voo

August 1, 08

five after midnight