NOCTURNE

NOCTURNE

A Poem by Deron Alexis
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a nocturne is a picture of a night scene or a love song this is both

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NOCTURNE

Simply put:

I can’t sleep,

Bored of counting sheep,

I know you’re there,

Insomnia’s red leaking through your eyes.

It’s pointless, this bed.

Man’s daylight nature,

And fear

To forsake the night.

 

So follow me,

I’m tired only of sleep

And insomnia’s fake dreams

Of you.

So follow me outside.

With the wind I kiss away the fatigue.

The red bleeds away.

Nature’s breath to us,

Insomniacs given life.

 

Can you feel it?

The cold floor,

Crawling to your feet?

The garden cries for you,

Just like my heart

Cries for you each day

In dream

And fantasy alike!

To see even your frame.

The night lives,

As tells the time keeper,

The owl, by screech or hoot,

And melody pours forth.

From the garden’s understory

The lower elements

Wish you to dance

Like venti the breezes

Flail around you,

And you can’t resist

Moving to the rhythm.

And I can’t but look.

 

You are now you are,

the night. The Aurum,

perceived across your body,

shows as you move in agentum

and blue ,the lunar grace.

 

And to feel you leaning into me,

As the sun’s gold,

Streaks the silver glade

And alloys the sky,

Is to reap my soul

Like such a blade.

 

It’s why my love,

Needless it is to keep me.

 I’ll stay, my nocturne nature

Is blessed by you.

The fear and glory

The night.

© 2012 Deron Alexis


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That was a beautiful piece. Really captivating and interesting. Like the sense of imagery. Nice write.

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Deron Alexis
Deron Alexis

Cunupia village, Caroni, Trinidad and Tobago



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