Sinking Into the Night

I am willing to sink into the sound
of night’s changing secrets
where the world sees my breath
wipe away the tears mirroring its pain.
Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same.

Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.
A voice that empties all its brilliance
into our sleep
comes to see our smiles rejoice.

Life is exhibited in dirt
from the bottom of my shoe
yet never utters a word.
Still, I will never wave goodbye
to thoughts that turn.
Does anyone ever really understand
the smiles a poet burns?

I welcome hands that hush the existence
of whispered memories
lighting candles dwelling in our minds.
If you knew what was on the line,
would you be willing to sink
into night’s sound
in kind?

Author's Note

Artist: Anka Zhuravleva

Reviews

[Crowley]

Its a place where truth and reality twist together. they say that you never really know someone until you have been down and out together...what are you made of...I have no idea, I have never travelled the road of truth and reality with you...but I am always game. Great stuff...really enjoyed it. May be off the mark, but it made me think.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Deep and emotional. I dont think I've read anything that conveyed a type of sadness in your work. But I enjoyed this. Great write, good to see your still here. :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Artist are all too often misunderstood, I think mainly cause we express deeper emotions then most others...

Instead of playing under trees,
I allow everything to be swept away
by the winds
on the soft petals of a voice.

what a true capturing of how a writers imagination works.

[Kenneth The Poet]

A painting of words that I could look at and read over and over again. I don't think they understand the burning smile either.

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This is a really wonderful, beautiful write. Nicely written!

[EMF]

Define truth: See Above.
Define creativity: See Above
Define craft: See Above
Define Beauty: See Above

[nathan]

Let me read it again when all's quiet then I'll review

[Don Shaw]

I like this. Its a great poet view.

[Bridgid Persephone Newm..]

This one has the smell of pixie dust about it. time to get out my happy thought(^_^)

[knightcall]

I like the opening with sinking into the sound. There also is a lot of gritty detail to this poem, and it gives this an ethereal quality. The meter is very good here, the words almost sway.