On the Way Home (A Quiet Night)

On the Way Home (A Quiet Night)

A Poem by Heather

On the way home

The road twisted and turned ahead;

The vessel of an unlived life set in motion.

A gentle hum fills silent

Space between benevolent, gray-black silhouettes,

Shadows etched in likeness of their day-lit selves.


The static of their shape,

I watched as it dissolved and materialized

With quick flickers of my blinking eyes.

Poignancy rushes through my chest

However unbeknownst in the fragile nature of my naivety. 

The dim awareness of existence and the love that sustains it.


There as if a dream

For time had ceased to move

And I existed in the state between illusion and reality.

A veil lifts and reveals

Haunting phantoms dispelled into the vast emptiness.

Safety from the ills and woes that plague us.


That calmness of being

I’d sought it ever after on the road that

Still twists and turns before me.

And like the road, as I swing from wrong or right

And plunge towards death, my life hangs in a balance.

Perpetual searching for the end of unrealized desires. 


A quiet in my mind

I peered back to remember:

The portrait of a moment both short-lived and eternal;

Brushstrokes of fragment memory coalesce and

I can see the spinning images in my head

Expressing some unconscious, pent-up emotion.


Its final release

From the past and future, mingled and climaxed -

The present borne forth from their passion.

Our peace swept up,

Enveloped in the darkness

Until it vanishes. 

© 2018 Heather

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Added on October 26, 2015
Last Updated on December 19, 2018




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