Black Curtains

The wind stirs my black curtain.
I hear the sound of branches,
The wind sweeps the dry grass on the fields,
Like waves on the sea.
Cold hearts,
Like the black curtain.
If you go to heaven without me,
Or even to hell,
My heart will fall asleep.
Love is as dark
As a moonless night
In an impenetrable forest.
Bats must long for such nights.
The black curtain rustles
The night is not so long for me.
I am like a fallen angel
Whose paradise is taken away,
Yet Cupid strikes me
With an arrow of love.
The black curtain rustles,
For me, the nights aren’t so long.

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[Twilight]

Well, even the image is black; as displayed above this poem. The colour black has various connotations, but I mustn't make the mistake of assuming; which perspective the writer has in mind. Whilst, I remember that she writes as she feels; there may be occasions when she's experimented. For example, just trying out a theme; without necessarily having any specific intention in mind. Or, perhaps imagining that she's writing a piece from someone else's point of view. Anyway, we all know that black tends to be associated with, either darkness, evil, negativity, "black moods" or even depression for example. In this piece, the writer might have the season in mind. Indeed, now that we're passing the season of autumn's golden brown or yellow leaves, winter is on the brink of bringing black death to those fruits of nature; which succumb completely to it. Also, as our days shorten with the season; they too could be associated with the black of darkness. Arguably, the protagonist is in a black or negative place; in view of some of those words here. For example, she references "cold hearts", "love is as dark" and being "like a fallen angel". Quite possibly, she is even trying to express the sense of almost everything being black around her; even indoors (think of those black curtains). Along with winter's black features outdoors, and some form of emotional blackness within herself. This is mostly conjecture, of course; and only the writer knows for sure. Please do clarify, if I have misunderstood any of your intentions with this poem; or say which of my conjectures are correct. I accept "read requests" on this site, and hope that you continue to express yourself here.