Saturday, October 2, 2010
Soft sweet darkness of night, velvet texture surrounds me.
I close my eyes and feel the soundings of her heartbeat,
Touch the spirit of her fleeting time.
Ebb and flow of starlight arching across the sky
To begin and end in a single blink of the eye.
Wisps of chilling breeze touching the senses
Awakening the mind.
Moonrise drawing back the curtain of seeming blackness
And revealing the eyes of life within the brush
My heart leaps to the song of the nighthawk
Filling with the beauty of it’s call.
And all too soon it is done.
The morning sun demands his due,
As I retreat once more within.
Posted by The Quiet Riot