The NightA Poem by Champagne
In the darkened night, I prowl my kitchen
like a cat, half unseen
lurking in the shadows. They call me a
cat. But I metamorphose into
butterflies in the morning..
The night is all we have - creatures
of the dark, unite. My Vodka comes
to an end, and my song. The
pencil lead is weary - I write all
my lyrics. My glass is empty.
She was there a moment ago, red
roses trickling down her cheeks. And many
cigarette butts later I still see her,
white robed, luscious, my passion overflows.
We have bought the night. Together. Uncanny
I see the Sun, sneaking up behind the
trees. Smell the fresh leaves. My Vodka
is done - always true to me. She will
come back, different shapes, I know. And
little windows flutter in the breeze. Sometimes
we dream. My Vodka glass overflows.
© 2012 Champagne
AboutI have always wanted to be a writer since I was a child. Being a passionate person, I am smitten with literature in general and poetry in particular. I have tried my hand at writing intermittently .. more..