Walking At Night

Starlight breathed in hushed whispers,

seraphic scrawling across a star-laden sky,

tempting torrents of possibilities burned

like candle light behind smoked glass,

 

as I walked, head down, following

my footsteps toward an ocean hued horizon,

biting back the tightness in my chest,

and the sugary stinging in my eyes

 

until my own thoughts took flight,

beyond the blushing of the sunrise,

and farther still,until my yearning

became a smudge upon the fading moon.

 

Breathless and drained, I thought of salvation

the sweet release of shackles formed

by the dreary weariness of reality;

How easy it would be to slip away

 

into a world of my own design,

where my muse and I could talk aloud

in the hanging gardens of inspiration--

our voices writing memories on the wind. 

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a beautiful poem that paints a magical picture. The whole last stanza sticks in my mind especially the last line our voices writing memories on the wind. Another amazing descriptive poem that paint a moving picture.

[_thesovo]

fantastic. absolutely fantastic. :)

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

superb write!!!!!

[Art Sun]

This is a very nice work...to express the very emotions of thought is to have felt those whispered expressions by ones very own muse...surely you have encountered through those walks the very depth of thought...enjoyed...

[Shalini Dinesh]

i just love the last stanza so much, i wish the same as your wish.....
lovely poem to read and reflect upon..

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

I could feel your emmotion here and it seems as if this was a very lonely walk It's rather sad but it is very well put together. I have felt these feelings before and you put it down on paper well