Tag: night
fallen stars and the somber night
fallen stars and the somber night reflections of bygone, desire visions of trials past upon the streams unto rapids around the bend unto the depth of currents time passing unto rest and the gentle sigh swaddle in respite in the arms of others woes night becomes neither day nor the dusk returns to evening’s graven shadows the silver light of dawn’s breaching unto gold as the mist of the morning carries our souls
guiding acceptance
a gentle rain whispers poetry and floods the plowing fields, shadow of night creeps from the corner to the beside transferring to the brimming of dawn fear is an absence, an absence of: hope, understanding and control; hope is is an adherence to a faith that guides, understanding is acceptance, and control is a complete illusion
evermore either fading
to what own has right
upon a speckle moment
driven by fear to rest
ones tire being unto respite
to lie repose upon your chest
what right is there to be
so endless in your veil of night
cast the blinding light
to the rest of resting memories
evermore yesteryear’s either fading
lighthouse
this life will take you
from sandy beaches to storming sea
your friends will desert you
your enemies succeed you
when those crashing waves
try your wooden ship
see my light
I’ll be your lighthouse
your port of refuge(mission of respite)
from the stormy sea(cold dark night)
you’ve been risen from the barren
given figs and furs of majesty
your privilege comes to burden
as the fire dies on alters of ruin
yet relent to dream
Lover’s alibi Robbie Gee and The Passenger
this was an earlier song, over time added lead and one of my first to “master” clearly and cleaned up more, has an Irish and a more minor vibe, thank you.
CCP
Cigarettes, coffee, and pie
in the night in star gazed
dim street light
are there any wonders
in the still of life
in the dim somber
nocturnal light
camels tolly’s and coconut cream
soft cool breeze
through the silence
of night’s reign
as early over achievers
run their 5K, as the
chronic underachievers
stumble upon their homeward ways
it seems the night quickens
through the steady witching
hours
yet can seem so long
when the darkness
is what but all there is to be held