Hawk in the night

the night is calling like, like a hawk, stalking, walking on the walls, put this in your mouth and breath like halls, now pause, stop running, there is dirt on your paws, for we are small, kings to pawns, sharks to prawns, no rhyme sentence or pattern, mind gone, spaced out like saturn, when will i return, im small stuck, dead like dust in the urn, so feel me, see me, guitar strings like puppets on stage, nothing but music fills me, this rhyme means nothing to me, but it is apart from me, apart from me, is an apartment full of compartments that i depart when you hear the roar when my fingers hit the keyboard, and so like a phoenix i travel and soar, into time, untouched oasis, stillness of a lake is where our peace of mind exists, body moves and curves and the groves, spill wine and dance, like the intimate romance, the swivel of her waist, intimacy is a sin to a nun meditating on celibacy, but that is far from me a different galaxy, while in my universe i battle a fixed fallacy, a battle, trapped in the interwoven elastic tapestry, a cave, cavern of lust, she bows to me, on her knees, calls me her majesty, lust is satisfactory but love satisfies me, so call me, within the deep halls of thee...