The Stars are Hidden

On my night’s walk through the snow ‘neath clouded skies…

 

The Stars are hidden

Past veiled, lace-woven clouds

Misted, muted light

On gardens of white ice…

Yet I see them glowing

In my mind’s eye

As in dreams

That ride on wings of doves…

Now step-stepping onward

The only sound my footsteps

Still.. still.. still.. they sing…

And all nature sleeps

In silent slow slumbers

As I waltz drifting

On snowy stone…

I hold a tenderness inside

In mystery of my muse

Yet am fierce as fire

Unyielding my dreams

Clinging like sea to shore

Unrelenting my will…

The stars are hidden

Yet I see them still…

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Awe yes you put so eloquently into words how just because it can't been seen doesn't mean it don't exist... like love and faith... dreams too can never been seen fully just in bits as you build toward making it come true.
Top notch writing again sir.

[emmajoy]

Stunningly BEAUTIFUL in every way.

[Samuel Dickens]

There's nothing like a snow-covered landscape at night to get your creative mind into high gear. Very nice writing, Craig.

[Nautili]

Lovely, Craig. It captures the essence of a winter's night, quiet, beautiful and peaceful. I love the part where you talk about your resolute will and seeing hidden stars.......the strength inside building from the beauty of nature's inspiration.

[cest la vie]

Thank you Craig for allowing us a wee glimpse into this beautiful sacred time in your journeys.
So eloquently expressed and such a feeling of peace about the entire piece.
Lovely...

[Lilly]

I wish I could go for a walk in the snow at night! - not much chance of it snowing where I am...
"I hold a tenderness inside
In mystery of my muse" -- beautiful -
Fantastic poem.

[deeps]

so very beautiful and sincere.
I like the font alot as well.
you're an Amazing Poet