A Beautiful Night's End

Although I did not know at the time, this poem was deeply inspired by "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. Maybe we all have experienced what I took from the poem, maybe not.

My eyes laid there, glassed over, leaving their breath cold.
The lights shimmered across the passing lake; their coexisting cones standing tall,
mirroring my own world. Time slowed down as I watched them go by.
It brought to life my sadness; it made the woe sing psalms of joy.
The urge to cry, then sat quietly in my throat, waiting
on its turn to look through the ostensible window.

The car stopped, and the shimmer had left,
leaving a slow song, a lullaby, of gentle wave.
The sound of the peace felt ghostly, yet then
the wind shook the surreal moment
into epiphany. The light turned green,
and I moved on.

Again, my eyes looked upon the light that shined down beside our travels.
The dark night sky had given way to the mist-orange street lamps. The impelling fog
let the shadowed beams reach their blissful goals, exposing their sway.
Dancing with pulsation, the light seemed as flames, laughing with a devils eye upon my own. Raising my collar around my neck, I sunk closer to my seat,
my regretful-reclusive domain.

The friend, the weeping hum of the drive continuing onward,
moved us ever closer to the beautiful night's end.

Author's Note

I had originally wrote with a horse and carriage, but then truly thought about what feeling I was trying to convey and what I felt at the time. I then re-wrote it to a more contemporary form. I felt the mirror of the horse and carriage with Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening was a distraction from the theme, but also being my favorite poem, and occasional choir rendition, I guess I couldn't help but to imitate a brilliant author whom I have connected with so much.

It is also meant to be very descriptive as the images I saw were so burned in my mind with what I felt at the time.

Written in 2008

Picture by David Parsons http://weblog.pell.portland.or.us