Poetry

All reviews greatly appreciated. :)

I have found you, broken-winged bird,
in a land where the ink never dries,
where eyes never open,
or perhaps simply where the sky is always black.

Where nighttime is an adventure and 
daylight is a bore,
where we are all simply smoke dancing in mirrors,
or fragments of sunlight visible only for a fleeting moment. 

Where souls are like twisting wrought-iron statues,
beautiful, but too melancholy for most,
standing motionless and silent, 
but oddly proud and perhaps a bit eager
in the light of the waning sun.

Where we speak with lingering looks 
and smoldering eyes
like the embers at the bottom of an ancient fire.

If you can read the language of the hopelessly lost,
then I am delighted to invite you in 
for a midnight cup of tea.

But, if you feel that you have no business
amongst the wonderstruck,
then I do wish you the best as you make your way home
alone in the blackest, coldest, deepest of nights.

Author's Note

All reviews greatly appreciated. :)

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

you are a miracle writer, a miraculous worker of miracles painting this world like a god in control of it and yet letting life run its course, you will disagree to hear it, I don't say it, please how can I be part of this world

[Falling Leaf.]

Thank you! you're much too kind. X

[MomzillaNC]

Evocative imagery.

NOTES: Some of your lines are a little verbose and could be shortened for more impact. Example: "Like embers [beneath] and ancient fire"

[Falling Leaf.]

Thank you!

[MomzillaNC]

yw :)