TONIGHT
An oasis of kisses is at stake tonight—and a lake of sorrow could be at risk tomorrow.
Could this be the night that some righteous knight decisively stands and breath his conclusive fight? And could this be the very night that the disgruntled playwright might put twilight to the dying bright light within his mind? Or could this night be the right time that the story about the vicious liar and her clever paramour, will finally be written completely with an end, by the pen, with a flame, that could dwell to rest at long last?
Tomorrow`s sunbeam shall caress no warmness towards the face—and it`s all but frowns from the vault of smiles that shall wander in the broad translucent azure sky. But perhaps only a thin slice from a hair-like shaft fleeting through the misty acid rain would be the only chance left to gamble—which to the ever diligent and determined widely stretched arms—even the slenderest of embrace to the ultimate dream will be out of reach.
The last shot for the final flight is out tonight—but my love to no one knows if still alive won`t end tonight.