night is what you make it
night is what you make it
my love
after the day
has rolled out of your arms
and left you
take my sweet silence
listen
I will close the pale world’s doors
again, for us
and tear a corner
of your heart, to open it
so this, your light
can spill out
like virgin water into the sea
splitting rocks apart
in your madness
have I told you, in the dark
this secret
that you, and only you
feed my infinity
as if your cells and vessels
were my source of thunder
as if your hands, in mine
held the sun’s red fire
and now, your twining arms
becoming night
I love you still
my love
after the day
has rolled out of your arms
and left you
take my sweet silence
listen
I will close the pale world’s doors
again, for us
and tear a corner
of your heart, to open it
so this, your light
can spill out
like virgin water into the sea
splitting rocks apart
in your madness
have I told you, in the dark
this secret
that you, and only you
feed my infinity
as if your cells and vessels
were my source of thunder
as if your hands, in mine
held the sun’s red fire
and now, your twining arms
becoming night
I love you still
posted by Yes at 12:04 PM
5 Comments:
Firebird,
__You must not find reason to accept this comment as being written by someone with fine poetic prowess, but with my simplicity, I must say to you... this, is a beautyfully heartful piece.
__A senryu echo, (in some mild sense contrary, as echoes so often are,) generated by one of your verses here:
listen
to open this bright worlds door
a brooks song
_m
you're healing, breaking, healing my heart
'like virgin water into the sea
splitting rocks apart
in your madness'
I've lived this in a past life I remember it, this time there is no madness, just infinite sadness,
yet, you comfort me
Magyar--you have no idea how stellar your senryu is, in my eyes...
one of the most precious things in my life is the sound and sight of the small mountain brook that runs past my house--it truly does open the door to the brightness of our world--and we need to feel that always, thanks for bringing that to me!
Lorraine--but my dear, the madness that I see is your wonderful energy that keeps you reaching out, creating, sharing with us...
you are awesome! And I hope to help heal some of the sadness, bit by bit. Furry hugs to you and yours...
I think you are an undercover angel, but you don't know it yet...
Lorraine--are you spilling my secret? It takes one to know one, I guess...
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