A Whiter Shade of Pale

I'm the tear that falls

On the face of a fool

pleading for acceptance

In life's daily episodes

Quivering

Shivering

I'm the kiss between two lovers

The silent sound of a snide love

Approaching like a storm

In a pale winter night

Awake

But fake

I'm the bird that flies

In the sunset, above the horizon

Trying to collect falling feathers

Of a nonexistent nightingale

That tires

Sun's fires

I'm the owl of the night

That groans in silence

Flying over a cold moon

And the shade of paleness

Is whiter

than a puzzled writer

I wrote this poem on the 7th of May 2009. I don't know why I never shared it, it does look like something I'd still write today.