When nothing consumes the night.

Did the wizard turn
the inner wheels
of the witch
opening the knob
of time's door
where shadows crawl
and nightmares creep
along the walls
of sorcerer's thoughts?
The spell broken,
a sword forged in sand,
a chalice knocked over
pours empty.
A walk in the dark
along the shape of your heart,
a grey sigh, thinks twice,
proving fatal...
you were too far gone.
Drowning in love's sentiments
ships with sails
go into the night
seeking the scent
of season's change.
Around the corner,
smoke rings bellow,
and that's the way I heard
the sounds of silence
and the way my thoughts
fade to nothing
closing the door behind me.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There are times when you have to accept there is no more that you can do. You have to move on to keep sane. You have to walk through the door and close it firmly. Relatable poem Andrew.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed Chris one has to move forward.

[Coyote Poetry]

Many questions asked and you closed the door stealing us away, into a silence prayer. Wonderful words and thoughts shared Andrew.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks John for your words.:)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.