Midnight Rendezvous

To one who lies awake across
the watches of the night
subsumed by just the soft cocoon of thought,
I am the whispering walls that
stubbornly invade your mind again--
surrounding it
with unarticulated hope again,
provoking it with dialogue
that will not ever rest.

Their "why" pervades subconsciousness,
it seeks, and then repeats
both question and response, fading
only as the curtain rises
to disclose the day.  You stir
reluctantly, your refuge, yes
your chosen cynosure retreating.

Not I.  I wait within.
I shall not let you go.
The whispers that you hear
are certain to return
and neither you nor I may cease
our midnight rendezvous.

It defines us
just as the patient
and persistent walls reach forth
within the dark, as their mission is
to mark the whole, though it may be
a tribute only to the vanity
of every soul's desire.
           ~

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is a beautifully written, passionate poem. I feel it goes deeper than the walls. It is the very foundation of the house. Lovely!

[Dean]

thank you so much

[Kelly Scheppers]

"I am the whispering walls that
stubbornly invade your mind again"


You most certainly are...and with poetry like this, I shall not ever rest!


My best,
Kelly

[Dean]

shall I come knock you out?

[Kelly Scheppers]

...lol, no I think I've got a handle on the situation!

[Dean]

I am sure you have!

[ambuj]

Nice!! Touched my heart..well written

[Dean]

Thank you so much.