November

In this sovereign night I hear you calling out my name, November… Stars, as always so lightly lilted through the frail and curtained eyes. Your leaves, their colors brightly blushed within my heart. Your breeze, the taste of sea and heaven's chill as darkness comes, still fills my lungs with soft in warmth as I pledge to you. "It is enough to be alive. Enough to find you here lingering at my simple door. I, a lost peasant of the universe nibblng at the cool moisture of internal morn". 

I pledge to you my life, November... Though you should turn to walk away I fare not follow for what is yours is what becomes of me.

Yours is what arrives in subtle note against life’s swoon, A turn in what has been eternally loved. 
I hear you calling me there November. This life, this light has always been our play; our resolute beneath one last hour. A moment left of sun, just one last moment to be alive.

Reviews

[s]

As always, beautiful. The passage of time is always slightly melancholy...yet you make it seem beautiful. Kind of evokes a certain calmness I didn't know existed in me. Thank you. x

[Perdition]

What? You didn't know that calmness existed in me? Shame on you ;)
Thanks Sara!

[A. Amos]

Always enjoy reading your work...simply brilliant my friend!

[Perdition]

The great Mr. Amos once again upon my door.. What a pleasure, kind sir and as many thanks as well~

[Alisa Js]

Hello again from across the way,

This is one of the most beautiful soul serenades I think I have ever read!

Exquisitely so!

Loved it, obviously....

Alisa💫

[Perdition]

Thanks Hawaii and keep up the stronghold...Loved your last write~

[Catie Liebau]

Your diction is so pure and delicate. This is truly beautiful.

[Perdition]

Thank you for reading as well...It truy is the experience of falling down stairs in the analogy of writing, almost to the point you cannot claim it as your own..but the voice forms and arrives from somewhere and demands that you "must'" fall~

[scarlynn]

You have incredible wording in your phrases here, I could reread them all day. "Stars, as always so lightly lilted through the frail and curtained eyes." Beautiful and soft.

[Perdition]

Every now and then when I stop trying and simply write, the heart of the voice comes through and I like it way better than the alternatives...Thanks for noticing.