One night

One night.

 

An echo of a troubled past

Memories unwanted…

 

A spirit rising along those of Baudelaire and Oscar Wilde

From where he once had dreams

 

Where nights were filled with passionate recited lines

And whispers at the gleam of stars

From when he still believed

 

Endless conversations

On nights where time was standing still

And smiles were born

 

… One night?

 

She shakes the vision with her head.

Then she looks down to her morning coffee.

 

Because this is where love is real

And her new life arises.

 

Author's Note

Photo credit : http://www.flickr.com/photos/kburki/3206450503/

Reviews

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"There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened." Baudelaire...
You have artistically captured a moment "One Night".
I love this poem. My favorite "by far" of today!!!

"Because this is where love is real
And her new life arises."

:-)

[HeIsWe]

This is amazing, very neat.

[Terrance Brown]

This poem is delightful, so honestly captured.

[Christian Adriaensen]

Beautiful Claire, such poems are like a ray of light in a cloudy sky.

[LoneWolf]

"Because this is where love is real
And her new life arises."

Beautiful word choices, it paints an eloquent and simplistic image in my mind.

[Rossen]

I feel so good wile this finishes home..

[TBird J.]

This is lovely. Every word choice is perfection. The end, that it was a day dream, simply amazing.

[cfix]

I can feel love blossom and shake up here. This is a profound write. I like this alot. You are a most talented writer. I like your writes.

[Tate Morgan]

beauty