Is it time for the dream to end?

Your once fierce embrace has grown brittle.

The forge in your heart has gone silent.

No longer does it churn sweet dreams.

Your playful lips, now somber, have turned hollow, just like your once glistening eyes.

No longer do the bellows of your bosom weave a lover’s melody.

No longer am I blanketed by your favor before the dawn.

No longer…