Night's Song

Night's Song

A Poem by Audrey Howitt
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A poem about how the song of the night envelopes and breathe life.

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Whisper to me from the eaves of your soul
Touch your breath upon my lips and 
Make my skin sing the song of appeasement.

I feel the leaves rustle overhead in the canopy of stars 
And in the breath of night.
Sweet the fragrance of stars dripping yellow and pink
upon the fertile landscape below.

Hold my feet fast to your heart to let me feel the thrum of you.
Guide my hand to the earth and let her part under my fingertips.

The verdant night bestows all of her numinous grace upon me.
Sleep, oh moon upon my eyes,
Soft in your waxing and waning upon the imprint of my soul.

Copyright 2010 Audrey Howitt

© 2011 Audrey Howitt


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splendid, sweetly done. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Exhilarating like a deep breath of aromatic breeze!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is breath-taking. I love "Sweet the fragrance of stars dripping yellow and pink
upon the fertile landscape below."
Your language here is beautiful and I seriously read this like five times. It's just my style. Amazing job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


this flows softly and with eloquence...just a beautiful piece of poetry...

Posted 13 Years Ago



Follows the curvature of feeling and a new, dramatic way.

Very nice...!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a beautiful piece. It makes me feel like a little magic in spun in your words :) xx Great write..x

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is truly an amazing piece, so soft and graceful and touching. I can see why Neva passed it along. Very nicely done!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice work...so much can be visualized within your poem, the sky, stars, moon, all within the scope of earth...we are Soul's traveling this world among this creation called time...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Whisper to me from the eaves of your soul
Touch your breath upon my lips and
Make my skin sing the song of appeasement.


This was sooo beautifully written. Good job :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


The metaphors are warm and sensual. Much has been said of the coldness of moonlight, you have proven that wrong in this poem..

"Make my skin sing the song of appeasement."
"Guide my hand to the earth and let her part under my fingertips."

Beautiful





Posted 13 Years Ago



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Audrey Howitt
Audrey Howitt

Alameda, CA



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I am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..

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