This cold night

just a cold (and lonely) night where too many things arise in my brain.

Cold hard rains
fall on northwest nights
and a heart...no, a body
too lonely, too long
he walks slow, then fast,
then slow.

He imagines things going wrong,
and then imagines a hundred things
going right

Where she is outside his apartment
A long speech prepared
And he says no, not now
Later
Now I don't care
Now I need a friend

Someone to count the seconds
As the bamboo sheets slowly exhale
Drop upon our bodies
Outline our shapes
Feet which intertwine
over and over

Up the body it moves
hips, hands, lips.

Ahh, but dreams.
The soundtrack of soft rain
Yes, it's soft now.

And I search photos for deceit
for worth
for anything that will give me a glimpse of you
and your character.

And rambling on I go
Pathetic, alone, boring
Like the dreams of friends
It's hard to care
but I'll write it still
Because I care
Because someday you cared

Someday you walked a little slower
A little faster
You played out scenes with her
You pretended she would come upon  you
Any moment now
See you as you were
Romantic, simple, real, you

Yes, I dream
Yes, you dreamt
And on lonely nights we comb through scenes
Life lived without us
With us.
Where did it go wrong?

It didn't
It just is
And tommorrow night
One drink too many
And the same dreams return
 

Reviews

[deeps]

This is so wonderful and flowing.
I realy liked these words here.

"Ahh, but dreams.
The soundtrack of soft rain
Yes, it's soft now."

You can write a wonderful passionate write.
I liek at the end where you say the same
dreams return. Quite cute really.
An enjoyable read from you Charles.
I hope to read more from you.

[Charles Konsor [mod]]

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[Sleepless]

like this really much !!! amzing writing :)

[Liza]

sensual flow, profound sleep into waking dreams.

[WindSong]

This is so original and poetic. Your style of writing is so unique and captivating, I never for one moment lost interest and only wanted more of it. Great poem, great poet!

WindSong

[Janiese Wesley]

I loved the line, "As the bamboo sheets slowly exhaled." It reminded me of fresh sheets hanging to dry on a line. I can almost smell the fragrance of detergent as the sheets exhale. Amazing, its romantic and dreamy. The end is sad, but real. Many times relationships end for various reasons, and no one likes to be alone.

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A very interesting poem full of beautiful imagery. I like the the way the poem opens with some indecision. You brought to life cold rainy nights with your words.

[♍ Kirstin ♎]

Wow I actually love this. You have a really good style and immigary. However I think you could use more punctuation to emphasise parts which need it and to change the pace of the poem at certain parts...... Other than that I'd give this 2 thumbs up lol. Awsome write. =)

[Alexanne Dauntless]

Wow. I. Absolutely. Loved. This. There's inflection, reflection, tone, mood... the last three lines are especially powerful; at least they struck me the most.

[voices]

The flow of thought is wonderful and evokes multiple emotions. Look forward for more such lyrics

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This poem is unique and exquisite .. what cold and lonely nights conspire.. such a lovely poem of life, longing love and loneliness.

Chloe