My Dark Night

Realization of belonging to the night even though I find the morning strangely appealing.

Oh the morning...
how I am not a morning child...
yet it blossoms as a flower
from the dark tender and mild.

The light of it simmers
ever so slowly into full day.
Oh morning, oh morning,
I wish I could stay.


But the night, oh that night...
how he sweeps me away...
 dark, mysterious, forthcoming...
from his lure I can't stray.

From the lightest of night
to the darkest of morn...
I live in his presence
I cherish, I adorn.

So morning with your grace
your beauty, your style...
I will visit you...
every once in a while.

But my heart, my very soul...
will always have to be...
with you my dark night
with you, I am me.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This is a great poem but I like the last two stanzas the most. Pen on and share with...:)

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you Sami. Much appreciated.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[Dream Weaver]

Lovely, interesting play on words here...
Nicely done G.D. ;)

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you D.W. Your reviews are important to me :)

[Dream Weaver]

You're quite welcome :)

[Nick.B]

Interesting poem full of emotions, this dark nights sounds like a true hero, well I think we all have all "dark knight" somewhere....anyway great job

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you Nick. It is a kind of metaphor but the true love is the love of the Night time. ;)

[Shawna]

Lovely poem and great flow. You make the dark night sound so enticing!

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thanks Shawna. The night is enticing to me. Again thanks for the comment. :)

[Gypsy Dreamer]

I want to clarify that this poem is about Night opposed to Day. I'm a lover of the dark, the night, the quite, the mysterious. Even though I speak of the "Night" almost as a lover... or a "Knight"... it is truly about Night time.