Rain. And solitude.
Memories abound,
echoing around
in summer shades of night.
Dark night. Darker music.
And a refreshed awakening-
a re-attempt,
at tightening cords,
at awakening a numb passion,
at absorbing what love
can bring about.
The night is alive,
resounding with lost sounds,
escaped emotions
and rejuvenated tenderness.
Thoghts of a resurrection.
Of a meeting that was long due.
Of two souls drenched
in macabre rain of a lifetime.
Of touches to test existence
And of tears that only happiness can
bring about.
And sometimes the time of night... Follow @diaporesis
Memories abound,
echoing around
in summer shades of night.
Dark night. Darker music.
And a refreshed awakening-
a re-attempt,
at tightening cords,
at awakening a numb passion,
at absorbing what love
can bring about.
The night is alive,
resounding with lost sounds,
escaped emotions
and rejuvenated tenderness.
Thoghts of a resurrection.
Of a meeting that was long due.
Of two souls drenched
in macabre rain of a lifetime.
Of touches to test existence
And of tears that only happiness can
bring about.
And sometimes the time of night... Follow @diaporesis
Comments
A soft breeze of tenderness flowing through your words.
Beautiful...
you keep on getting better buddy.
keep up the good work.
Hey, here's a thought.
Spometimes the poem is in the detail.
Hope you're well. Glad to see your still with the muse.
Spometimes... wonder what that means?