Lovesick

The sun paints the distance
  like the world is Surreal
The twilight flavors the ripe
  into the spell of infatuated ruin
Slowly in vanity approaches insanity
  like a merchant closes for the day
And I am torn to sway the lover's fall

A coward sits in lighthouse eyes
  like the dark held the enamored way
And apparitions of a grace
  replace a bitter truthful taste
Night performs the evening's dissolving of the tramps
  like a lonely sea swallowing our transient passions
And I am sewn to be admired

Sight in black senses an absence
  like a dream betrays itself to truth
Madness clashes anger forcing loose
  a feminine zest in the fearing stress
dawn breaks the horizon and fright flees
  like weak smoke in the wind
And I  am strewn to hide a lunatic

And I am soon to fray the lover's call