As evening takes my hand

 

 

As evening takes my hand

 

 

“For in your light I dream, as evening takes my hand”

 

Silently I find my thoughts illumined by your beauty;

in soft shimmers of dancing silhouettes

and patterns allowing breaths to sigh

 

Eyes peer into velvet skies,

visions set in motion eternally, find me

stranded within the confines of my heart ~ longing for you

Desperate for but a breeze, a movement of shadow,

a hope of wishes made upon an early arrival

of this crested view

 

Lonely among the sycamore, towering soldiers

lined at fielded boundaries, claiming wisdom

as they too reach for your smile

 

“And I crave the knowledge of your distant view”

 

Do you think, do you feel, do you dream of me

from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths,

candle lit in passing moments which flicker ~ enchant

 

Sipping from a porcelain cup caressed by your hand,

a touch my body pleads, soft fingers on smooth surroundings,

ripples following a moonlight blush

of celestial blooms and shooting star showers,

flooding affections to wash over me…

carry me home

 

This moon, suspended in charcoal heavens

upon a beaded blanket of perfect pearls,

beckons our dreams in illumined cadence~ from a distance

 

“Does your heart share this moon tonight ~ with me”   

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[prachi prangya agasti]

a really beautiful poem.. touched my heart... loved it...

[Jack...]

Your visits this day have made me smile. I so appreciate your kind words.

[Angel of Heart's]

Dear Jack...This spoke to me so softly today, like the warm breath of dreams..your work seems to have a hypnotic quality about it in that once I step in, I'm there, I'm part of the flow, no resistance, gently yet firmly moving from word to word and line to line through the whole of it....your pen wields magic upon the canvas of the stars, leaving ink drops across many hearts with the poetic sensations you stir within our very own souls.

Absolutely stunning!!!

Toady....I really needed to smile and I'll be carrrying this enchantment with me all day :)

[Jack...]

Thank you so much my sweet friend. I am happy to know that I may have been the source of your much needed smile today.

[Holly Mason]

from balconies high above hibiscus footpaths...that is an enchanting beautiful line
always so touching...I swear you are there reading it out loud
lovely spindles that carry the reader to a loving spiraling staircase of Jack
thank you so fine sir

[Jack...]

Holly, my sweet friend, you always thrill me with your visits. Thank you so much for always finding a way to make me smile.

[Angi]

Beautifully done piece, Jack. Has she read this? Maybe it is time to bridge the distance! Angi~

[Jack...]

Well Angi, only time will tell. Thanks so much for the smiles this morning.

[Cassie]

I have found myself reading this poem twice, Jack its amazing how you do it..I would have to paste the whole poem if I were to tell you I love this line because I loved each and every line. This is so so so so beautiful. Loved it

[Jack...]

Cassie, you humble me with your words. I truly do appreciate you. I can not thank you enough.

[Cassie]

You are welcome Jack. Keep making my days with all those beautiful writings of yours.

[Pete Langley]

You made me cry, Jack....a beautiful, beautiful poem. Thank you. P.

[Jack...]

Pete, how happy I am you have stopped by to review my poem. I am happy it touched you in the way it did. (Just so you know, I cried as I wrote it) Thanks so much my friend.

[Pete Langley]

My absolute pleasure, mate. I neglect you too often, to my shame. P.

[Frieda P]

You guys are making a mess in here, *handing you both hankies*....xx

[Pete Langley]

Get outta here, honeybunch!....this is a man thing!

[Frieda P]

Geez, I'm taking my hankies back!..............

[Jack...]

Some potato salad would make me feel better right now.

[Pete Langley]

Too late!!! They`re already soaking wet! Hhaha!!!!

[Frieda P]

Ha, you and your potato salad!

[Frieda P]

Would you like some bacon with your potato salad and wet hankies?!

[Pete Langley]

Slurp, slurp....

[Jack...]

No, but two eggs over easy with sausage and hash browns would be nice right now...you asked?

[Frieda P]

Only if you two promise to stop slobbering all over this lovely poetry. ;-) Coffee too I presume....

[Jack...]

yes please, that would be nice.

[Pete Langley]

The kettle`s on

[Frieda P]

I suppose that means tea for you....

[Pete Langley]

PG tips.....the very best, in case you Yanks need to know!

[Frieda P]

Ha yanks, pfft!

[Jack...]

I have a nice spot-o-tea on my new white shirt. Bleach won't even yank it out. :(

[Frieda P]

Pinky's up, no problemo...

[Cassie]

I smiled throughout this piece, this is so romantic also a bit sad to long and dream about some one and you wonder if they feel the same thing about you, I love love this.

[Jack...]

It can be sad my friend, but when the heart feels love, it knows no sadness, even over great lengths it will still find something to share with the other, holding out all hope that they feel this through the light of the moon as well. Thank you so much.

[Frieda P]

Sharing the moon, sharing a moment, what a great concept Jack.

'ripples following a moonlight blush
of celestial blooms and shooting star showers,
flooding affections to wash over me…
carry me home'

Another sigh worthy read....romantic and elegant, that which you do so well my dear friend.

[Jack...]

Well, you asked for one my friend, so I wrote one. Thanks so much Frieda, the moon is one thing we can all share no matter where we are.

[icelandicblue]

There is a sad beauty in this poem. You write of the moon in many poems but it always feels fresh and unique. Yet there is such a peacefulness about your words the reader cannot help but be mesmerized when reading this.

[Jack...]

Anne, your words bring me peace and comfort this morning. Thank you so much.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is a theme on which you have written previously. Reflecting on love lost and wondering what they feel as you still hang onto the connection. Another lovely reflective, if sad, poem Jack.

[Jack...]

Thanks John. I appreciate your kind words.