Moonlight's Night

Moonlight's Night

A Poem by Natalie

 

The moonlight pours through the glass windows

And the dirty blinds that I haven’t cleaned for years

Filling vague corners devoured by dust

While shadows hide behind curtains

White lights from the gas station near by imitates nature

And the moon’s light reflects off the pool’s water creating an image, a mirror.

The air vents.

Circulating my breath, on and off…

On and off again.

The cars swift by as fast as they can

Eager to get by

Obsessed to get somewhere

When we’re only going nowhere

 

Night’s darkness will enclose

Like a blanket over a bed

Like a sheet over a mattress

Like a case over a pillow

Mist falls over the earth with it’s breath

And I stare, watching the black and stretching my hand to touch the color of night.

The streetlights cry orange tears

That glistens as they glide down air

Illuminating the roads, the path

That curves left and right

Directing as a map

They are a guide to the lost

But after reaching dead ends and running in circles

You realize that you’re as lost as ever

 

To ever think that going straight was the only way…

 

Above is a light, shedding its snow

Falling down in whispers of pure beauty

Above is a light, the wings of a dove

Letting the air dance

And enhancing the moon’s glow

Because night is as bright as day

And day is as dark as night,  

© 2010 Natalie


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this poem is absolutely capturing and the reader can feel the night in your words, as well as envision te splendor of moonlight, i loved the depth and detail. stunning job, keep up the great work

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Natalie
Natalie

orlando, FL



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