Sometimes at night I stare into the vortex of light
Stuck there--up in the sky, with the stars and the contrast
of the glaring moon.

The shadows cast upon the ground heighten my senses
And frighten my soul. And then I wonder, oh how I wonder.
How do I fill these empty spaces? These holes within my conscience,
These holes that fill the empty spaces.

Some nights I see the face of a beautiful woman
Contorted into the skies sorrowful stare.

Then when the day dare break its shining light, the sun--
for one glimpse of a second--
Becomes transparent to my stare and I wander the
bleak moment with all my heart.

I just don't understand, or perhaps never wish
to quite know what it says to me, to my
Lonely lover's heart.

The hue of the morning sky
And the soft caress of the moon's eyes upon mine--
Those are what I live for,
Those are where my longings take me.

Best of all, I don't quite know if I can know
Beyond all shadow of a doubt
That it is what I live for, what I long for.
I can only assume the obvious question:
Have I fallen in love?

So pitiful having no answer,
Yet my heart still beats with relief.
And I can certainly say that it once beat
With the chords of despair.

I really don't know much about the styles of poetry, and I really could care less. For me it's what I feel when I read it. Sadonis...that was outstanding.

A beutiful poem and it does really touch my heart, Good one!