I like the night with it comes somewhat of a sullen peace. Lit up with giant glowing amber fireflies of the distant worlds. A silent vacuum takes over what is left of my heart after the draining day.
My soul then may branch out from my aching body to stretch. Tired of being imprisoned within its restraining confines of these bones. Pink skin hides my glowing aura thus holding back my soul.
Making my glow a mixed muddle of dank stained rainbows. The night oh the time for ones dreams yet to sit quietly in silence. Out under the distant ancient watchers above and sigh a slow relief.
Oh yes I adore the night, where the spirits intermingle with their now distant relatives for a long needed moment of knowledge and counseling. Listening in the awe-inspiring way of the child I have received so very much.
I like the night with it comes somewhat of a sullen peace. Lit up with giant glowing amber fireflies of the distant worlds. A silent vacuum takes over what is left of my heart after the draining day.........
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Reviews of "THE NIGHT"
Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on September 23, 2004
A beautiful write about the mystery of the night, completed by an outstanding photo.
Breathtaking.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2004
Theresa, the night is full of such marvelous mysteries that one cannot help but be drawn towards it and seek its soothing tranquility and guidance after a grueling day. An excellent well-crafted fluid composition. Loved the picture too. Thank you for sharing it. Take care and be well.
nighttime is my favorite time of the day. :) i love to take walks as the sun is setting, and then watch the universe unfold above me--with its myriads of stars, meteors, and o n c e in a great while, the Aurora pays a visit...o, to see it again!
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Breathtaking.
A stunningly beautiful photo ... as is your poetic excellence!
Robert
Gotta love this..
Love Tinka
Very soothing and relaxing in a mystical way...
Delightful...
Peter
photo, and have captured the reader's attention, fully,
with your lovely verse.
TRASK
nighttime is my favorite time of the day. :) i love to take walks as the sun is setting, and then watch the universe unfold above me--with its myriads of stars, meteors, and o n c e in a great while, the Aurora pays a visit...o, to see it again!
enchanting, lovely write--thank you
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
complete the mystic message!