Hundredth Death Wish

Moonlight's secrecy in a veil,
Rushing in beckons twilight's hail,
Like a fable; frog and the moon,
Like a voice; singing out of tune,
When time stops and all disconnect,
It is not I who will deflect,
It's the singing birds with sad chimes,
It's the light in the darkest times,
For this passion you soon will see,
Ends in torment, without a plea

With that second wind that hits you,
Weeping in the thought avenue,
You just can not be submissive,
Or even be aggressive,
Succumbing myself with those words,
And puzzling myself with crosswords,
It's still you who I dream about,
Losing care with all of my doubts

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[The Daisy]

Some of the analogies used are interesting.