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.

[Larry Dyson]

as lily says..aboout the smiles..echoing the question and then this statement."Smiles are caught on fire,
wooed by this poet,
but do not reflect the same."

[Arthur Henn]

This lights a candle in my minds eye to reflect and listen more to what my soul wants my heart to listen to and write.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Always blow me away with your style and just how fantastic are lines such" Life is exhibited in dirt from the bottom of my shoe yet never utters a word." Neva its stunning as always :)

[Letemdangle]

Better than hallucination.

[Rene Velez]

Awesome words and write Neva a verbal dance of thoughts filled with affection.

[Larry Dyson]

what a challenge.."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?"

[Lily Mae]

I smiled as I read this and then gifted tears of joy swelled when you ask.. "Does anyone ever really understand the smiles a poet burns?" I'd have to say ..I do ;) xx