Night Visions

~ Night Visions ~

 

 

My sigh was carried,

And I closed my eyes, tremulously,

As I linked my hands together,

And set them down in my lap,

Leaned back fully into the cushion behind my graceful curvature,

And I- thought all the things, that still floated in my head,

The thoughts that traveled through my nimble fingers,

As they gently rested upon the fabric,

That I had knitted together so carefully,

So dexterously, so sorrowfully, with such melancholy,

Symbolic of the tears that rained down my cheeks, still, at this moment,

As I shut my eyes more tightly,

And bowed my head,

Allowing my long, shielding, blond hair,

To fall down over my back.

 

Hunched over I rested here,

As an old decrepit woman might, with her various shawls,

And I attempted to carve a hole in my mind,

To rid myself of all the tightness there,

Which I’d never wished to experience,

While the rain slashed upon the windows,

Pounding against the black panes which shivered,

As though they were made of ice-

And would soon break.

 

I never wanted to go back to that moment,

I thought while my lips trembled,

And the sliver doorway began opening,

Up behind, me-

So I turned, slowly around, in an upright woman’s posture,

And I smiled at someone, a beauty of night,

While the tears continued their raging flow,

And trickled down my cheeks.

His dark eyes met my own,

The cheekbones so high,

Skin so white like- ebony,

In the cold, night . . .

 

My heart had been lost,

More heavy laden then I knew it,

Could possibly have been a measurement,

Perhaps, of why he still flew,

About my-

 

 

Heart-

 started to thump.

thump, thump, thump.

And I could not help,

But to envision his beauty,

In the days that we once had lived . . .

And to still see it now,

As he walked,

With his proud manner,

And elegantly sat down beside me,

Brushing, just- a smidgeon,

Of wet dew away from my dazzling eyes,

Shining like a silver gleam,

In the cold death of this night,

Like precious gems, to him I knew,

Which became infinitesimally shaded behind his hair,

A soft, cascading black which rove down over me,

Like the blanket across my lap.

 

My fingers, became lively once more,

So I drew him into my breast,

And he kissed away,

All the rain from my heart.