Right Night

To my ghosts, Just a poem for those I write with in spirit... just because.

and There she was...  just as strong as she could be
dashed against the rocks her weakest moment cresting from the sea
not crying but the eyes burned from the salinity
seeking solace skin stretched searingly 
not to the heavens for she was already a deity

The silence was golden 
the walk was divine
just a soul of few words 
strolling through time

A vesting of interest as she wearily watched 
deciphering his movements as she straddled the rocks
He'd skip on the beat and whistle to himself 
not knowing the pupils following his footsteps

She beckoned a light that was radiant with pulse
Like Christmas in march his mind said tis' false 

She stood by the shore well adorned though worn
In awe he stopped, stuttered more like muttered to warn
"Beauty of such vastness should not be so exposed" 
She replied, "Inspiration shown leads to Inspiration to Roam."

She seemed so smooth sliding slowly to me
like she could turn water to ice and figure infinity  

my affinity would ebb and flow

like the waves she grazed
She spoke of strength thru weakness

of burning hearts never relinquished  

she took my hand and walked with me oh so silently  
alone it would seem to be if you could see me, But
She was stride for stride straight and narrow 
as we scribed virtual tapestry with visual dye 

reading through her lines 
the signs of the times 

The streets occupied the deaf were dancing 
the weak magnified as many ticks were laughing
the sad thing was that only her and I were righting 
with so many distractions people were proactively psued-interacting

but we took our time and lived between the lines 
in away saving each other with our mystic rhymes 

I hope she will not leave me 
that would not be by her choice
but when the bell tolls 
God only knows what the hand of fate holds. 

I just can't stop thinking "What a night to meet the perfect write."

 

 

 

Author's Note

Love it when you set out on a journey and meet just the write people at just the write time, on just the Write Night...

Reviews

[Corkee1808]

The silence was golden
the walk was divine
just a soul of few words
strolling through time ... i love that

[Sethnicity]

This is a subtle attempt at scene direction... poetic segue between poetic plot lines. I wanted it to be more like a short poetic screenplay.

Thanks for your attention.

As you're in love with this muse who lives in your ink~ I love this write fully! it's amazing, and clever, touching me. Thank you for this write.

[Cassie Fraga]

WOW!!! tasteful read indeed!! very easy on flow and your word play is awesome!! thank you for sharing such a master piece!!
**keep that ink flowin, Im diggin yo style!!**

[Pi Cee]

The imagery, the word choice, the over-all.....perfection.

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I think I have died and gone to heaven..this is so smooth..love of the mind and of mutual interests ...sharing understand..reaching it together..amen to that my friend..