Empty box i sit in a room with no door. Inside a reflection with no mirrors. I converse with voices that speak nothing. With people who hold no companionship. Lonliness eternal is a fear that smolders somewhere within a faceless shadow that gnaws at my consciousness. In my dreams she will return in my nightmares i am awake. I search for an edifice on the wall for a mirror to keep my reflections. I recall the voice that once said something. The single person that filled my nights. Life without her is a fear that fractures my consciousness. A golden haired vixen that cries for my torment. In my sleep she has returned. In my wakings i sit in a room with no door.....
Starlight wonder Clouds are creeping quiet under, Over folds of gentile mountains. Watching eyes in starlight wonder. Moonlights splash like shushing fountains. Pinpoint stars in seas of darkness Seeping light from inky cover. Highlights bringing shadow's starkness, Coat, caress embracing lovers. Wind to whisper words of clutching, Branches catching also swaying. Earth to sky in distance touching, Gods to lovers quiet praying. Silent words of perfect twillight Rustles trees and sighs. Engulfed absorbed in gentile highlight Shining in her eyes.
Geez. I left when I thought the topic was night to write my poem. Hope you guys don't mind if I still post it...? Fateful Summer Nights The nights warm breeze, the empty street, The cobblestone path, on my bare feet. It's raining now, but it feels so right, On this perfect summer night. The thunder crashes, the lightning shines, The trees are swaying, covered in vines, A night so different, from this one now. A perfect night? I don't see how. My hair is tossed, upon the breeze. A man has bent, now on one knee. He presants me a box, and my heart fills with joy, And I retuned to the night, when he was a boy. The rain drops stung on my bare pale skin, Each one hurting, each a sin, But I look to my left, and behold such a sight, A boy that was watching on that fateful summer night. I open the box now, and take out a ring, He puts it on my hand, and my heart starts to sing. He asks me one short question, and I answer him, "yes!" And I see in his eyes, it's our night of success. I was wet, I was tired, I was crying with shame, But the boy crossed the street, and asked who was to blame? I gave him no answer, just wished with my might, That he'd reach out his hand, on that wet summer night. He hold me so close now, and spins me around, The rain is so light, it makes hardly a sound, But I cry and I cry, and I whisper so light, "Remember that day? That cold summer night?" He held me so close then, just like he does now, I must start to wonder, but does it matter now? I know that he loves me, I know we'll reach hieghts, I know that we'll always have our fatefull summer nights. 9/30/10