The Night

A poem originally written some years ago, recently reworked into the piece it is now.

 

The sweet song of the night

Enchants me

Calling me from home

To walk among its dark wonders

 

The starry sky stretches

From horizon to horizon

Covering the bare earth

With a sparkling velvet softness

 

The rustling of the trees

Whispers a serenade from afar

Meant only for me

 

And the moon hangs low

Luminous and waiting

Wanting a good night kiss

Before the dawn comes

To mar the night with crimson

 

And I’m to be left waiting

For the sun to fall away

Bereft and alone

Wishing the night would return

Reviews

[Crow]

Sound like a verbal picture speaking of a description of the night and desire.

I like the slightly dark under tones mixed with the feelings of a hopeful nature.