Night Flowers

 

What do you envision when you hear my words? I see in your eyes the memories we made. The evanescent scent of your skin against the tendrils of strong vines that coil around the towering pines of the forest, the vanishing wisps of dying smoke rising from the smoldering ashes of the stone enclosed fire, the red eyes of the foliage flowers beaming up at us through in the evening light. The earth turns its side against the sun, and night’s calming veil sweeps over each lighted window and soon the lamps flicker off one by one into darkness. But not ours! No, not our light that dances along beside us as we run through the trails behind the sleeping houses! Our self glorified defiance against this night’s sleep will burn until dawn. We’ll parade in quieted steps through the sole beaten trails on the forest edge and stalk imaginary beasts. We’ll sigh lover’s dreams into the slumbering blossoms of the spring trees and hum the nightmarish melodies by the despairing willows. We seek, in the fresh night upon us, a devious cause. Once all the world is sleeping, senses closed against the mystery of night, you and I will dash through the pines, the blossoms, and the vines to find the wings of night's flight to soar us over the darkened treetops. We, who crave the intrigue of the dark, will roam about all hours of night when the moon shows a ghastly glow. We’ve tossed away our ingrained fears and moved like nocturnal winds freely rustling trees. My friend, dismember the truth with me and we might find fleeting lies which draw more fancy, evoke more action. What do you envision when you hear my tales of the night? Do you see the dark, silken wings of veiled night upon your window? As you close your eyes with somber, thoughtful sleep envision our nights together. Close the door, softly, slowly, without a sound. I’ll leave you tonight with sleeping memories of our nights. What will you envision when you hear my words tonight?

Author's Note

A piece inspired by a restless night.

Reviews

[Jean P. Prudhomme]

Exquisitely beautiful. My kind of poetry to be honest. It reads along the lines of a collection i am currently working on...Fables and Crossed Dreams.