Sunday, 6 August 2023

Nyctophile

 


The night holds me

in her warming embrace.

Caressing me softly

and bringing me peace.

In the darkened blues,

the shimmering moon.

The love it issues

like a celestial muse.

 

The night welcomes me,

gives me space to rest my feet.

It talks softly, sweetly,

and holds my gaze

when our eyes meet.

She asks me to stay,

listen to the silence

of the late hour,

but I fear any silence

will quickly be devoured.

 

The night holds open 

arms to let me in, 

she pulls me close

into her world I spin,

wrapped in her 

silky purple dress,

I fall into the night, as she holds my breath.

I fall into the night, as she takes my heart

and pours in enough love to give it a start.

The night holds her arms wide apart,

always there with hope to impart.

 

The night holds me,

In a soft delicate dance,

se sways in the darkness,

as I hold her hands.

She swirls in the shadows,

a silhouette of beauty.

I fall into the night

and I feel hope flow through me.

She asks me to stay

and I say,

I'll always be here

at the end of the day

when the light

slowly fades and fizzles away.

 

 

 


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