Gentle Nights

It's a poem about nostalgia, and also socks. Enjoy!

We dance like flares on chrome

In the light of a summer setting sun

One of many suns in a thousand sepia photographs

That blaze their dusty gold across a cracked nostalgia face

Born like the snap of an ember in a dark room

Where sleep is a pair of perfectly dry socks

And the radio, spinning wool from quiet speakers

Weaves webs and memories of long ago

Where tomorrow is yesterday, and time is all

One long night, one perfect balance on the forward edge of sleep

Between the flicker of an eyelid and the worn soft couch

Where night speaks in hushed voices and is kind

These gentle nights, we treasure

These embraces, where our souls are born

And where play the dreams we dream in half-moments, dancing

A flash of chrome across our childhood sky

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Wonderful write, images flowing through my head,thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Alex K]

Thank you so much, and same to you! Glad you liked it!