Midnight

This poem is 8 years old. I am merely posting for the sake of sharing what used to write those days. For new poets, this is proof that we evolve (or devolve) in our writing. For all old poets, stop laughing

Pray hold on tight,
My dear.
Darkness arrives, the stars shining.
Hear silent winds blow,
As the dark blankets over
And silence, noticed,
As the solitary moon cast light,
The only light,
In a world so dark.
So lonely, so silent,
So tranquil, so mysterious.
With millions of stars above.
But none to hear my whisper of secret,
A soft flow of air with a thousand meanings,
Meanings immemorial, meanings of mystery,
As the chill of the midnight air tickles your face,
And for miles on end the land barren, deserted...
Not a single soul, all asleep,
In the deepest slumber of the night
Not one sober, or even conscious...
As the dark grey mist envelopes the sky,
And the moon slowly hiding away...
As it gets darker, squeeze my hand tighter...
What mystery may lie beneath millions of stars
And a moon, smiling...
Being the third to know a silent secret...
A secret kept in a world illusionarily secure,
As winds rustling on dry leaves spread fear,
Of what lies beyond, what insecurities still dwell...
What may happen, what will happen...
Embrace me tight, and sleep well, my dear...
Leave your fear to the whisper of the wind,
Tonight is another night,
Sleep tight...

Reviews

[J. James Reider]

you seemed so apologetic in your description... you should not be... this is a piece of work that I would be more than proud to call my own... love the use of an oxymoron... hear silent winds blow... poetry is all about putting a puzzle of words together and you seemed to have found all the pieces for this poem... oh yea, anyone who thinks you can't hear silence... you are wrong... silence can be deafening therefore it can be heard... solid piece man... I enjoyed it!

[Pj]

Very beautiful...soft, but intense...to see so much and yet not enough...

A great piece!

[Deborah Shepard]

Fine quality beauty each part , brings the reader to each calling but shows so much of who we are in reading bravo lovely

[Buddy]

Like a good wine that just gets better the older it gets, this too is a good poetic wine. Good job!

[James K. Blaylock]

I really enjoyed this piece, it felt so playful and caring. Great write.

jkb

[David Rosenfeld]

This is a sensitive piece of wonder and awareness. It brings to me feelings both of security and mystery, of freshness as well as of old wisdom. It DOES seem the poem of a young man in love, but that is no flaw!

[[untitled]]

I think you are selling yourself short by stating that this should basically be underated Haresh. It is work of fine quality and as good a love poem as I have seen...All the essentials are there. I also liked the soft flow of your words...
Well done!
Cheers,
Helen :-)

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

aaaaaaaaaaaaahh, such beauty. i love your words. it's like my love for my fiance (how ever u spell that). so great, so beautiful, so delecate. love, mmmmm. i love the poem. stured up some of my emotions like poetry should do.

[Mistral Bilgera]

This poem was so tender, makes me want to share a night with my loved one.... romantic and mysterious, nice combination of elements!!

[Justin Tobey]

Inspiring. This poem has so many sensory details, I could almost feel a breeze when you described the chill of the midnight air. : )

I loved how you described the world "With millions of stars above." It gave me the impression not of the bright, sparkling stars that people often write of, but the more realistic tiny, pinpricks of light that are scattered all across the sky. This element of reality made it even more believable and "real." :)

Great poem!

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is an exceptional poem.
The only trouble I had was not with the poem,
it was with the interference of an old country song
that kept popping into my mind, " The girls all get
prettier at Closing Time". Sorry !
I would rate this 100 %
---- Eagle Cruagh